Freedom of speech doesn't mean freedom from judgement.

Books didn't make me wallow in darkness, darkness made me wallow in books.

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.

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

This is why Caliban was a punishment. I realize it now - it's a beautiful, perfect world of nothingness. No connection, no longing, no . . . love. A world we're trapped in until we're needed here, a world we're condemned to while everyone we might care about forgets us.