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.

I wanted to know what it was like to be a drug addict, and have an eating disorder, and have a loved one die, and fall in love. I saw my friends going through these things, I saw the world going through these things, and I needed to understand them. I needed to make sense of them. Books didn’t make me wallow in darkness, darkness made me wallow in books, and it was books that showed me there is light at the end of the tunnel.

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

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

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

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.