My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.
Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.
Love changes us, but we change how we love too.
Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.
I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.
More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.