Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

Paradise A concept embraced by almost every culture. A land of peace and harmony. Some say it doesn't belong to the earth, that there is no Shangri-la, no utopian wilderness for the living.

Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

You are a gift to all who know you, whether or not they realize it. If they don't, they are blind. You have a special place in this world. All you have to do is find it. Do not give up on yourself, or the truths you have realized. Do not give in to those who could crush your dreams like nutshells. And never turn away from forever love.

It's probably weird to think about an addiction like it's a sentient being, but that's how it feels. Like it's something living inside you. Something you can't get rid of because killing it means killing you.