Here I am, wasting away inside a book I wish I could escape, and all she wants to do is stay in the story. If I could talk to this girl Delilah, I’d ask her why on earth she would ever trade a single second of the world she’s in for the one in which I’m stuck
The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.
Read a ton. Take a workshop course so you learn to give and get criticism.
if there isn’t a them, there can’t be an us.
It does'nt matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.
Hopefully, more and more people will come to understand that a child who's "different from" is not one who is "lesser than."