Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do.

For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.

Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do.

The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I've seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.

Sometimes love means not being able to bear seeing the one you love the way they are, when they're not what you hoped for them.

You have to be careful who you meet. You can't unmeet them.

To not do what you can to protect someone, that's cowardly.