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.

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

Loyalty was a funny thing. So was love. They both bit you when you least expected it.

For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.

The rain sounded like it was washing the whole world away.

It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.

Things hurt and then don't hurt and hurt again.