How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most.

It's just that it's impossible to be a broken or whole person. You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just a trick of the mortal mind.

Knowledge does have a way of making you an outcast.

My sister has the heart of an artist with a hatchet and an eye patch. And I, we both now know, have a heart that is undeniably, irreparably different.

I follow, always, because its the only time when our hearts beat in perfect harmony, the only time when Im certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are one person broken in two.

The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe.