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

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.

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.

Making fake promises while wearing a fancy dress... that isn't enough. Promises take more work than that.

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

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.

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