Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

She began to feel like the plastic doll she had been named after, without even a hole where her mouth was supposed to be.

No matter how bad things get, you can always see the beauty in them. The worse things get, the more you have to make yourself see the magic in order to survive.

You can't doubt so much, Psyche

Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn’t have to live with it anymore—the fear. There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being alone when no one can take anything away from you. Here she was, my beautiful fear. Shiny as crystal lace frost.

My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.

But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.