Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.

Victor Faust did much more than help me escape a life of abuse and servitude. He changed me. He changed the landscape of my dreams, the dreams I had every day about living ordinarily and free and on my own. He changed the colors on the palette from primary to rainbow—as dark as the colors of that rainbow may be.

What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.

let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it…starts to make things darker.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

I want to do everything with you