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.

And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.

For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.

Sometimes I can't see myself when I'm with you. I can only just see you.

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

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