you never forget your first fall.

I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.

Dead isn’t angels or ghosts. It’s a physical state of breakdown, a change in all those carbon atoms that create the temporary house of a body so that they can return to their most elemental stage.

Then they scrambled through the window and into the darkness, determined to turn themselves into what they were not.

My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?

Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get?

Often, when the last page is turned, it will haunt you.