Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to put her fist through a mirror. She would tell everyone it was so that she could see what was on the other side, but really, it was so that she wouldn't have to look at herself. That, and because she thought she might be able to steal a piece of glass when no one was looking, and use it to carve her heart out of her chest.

No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.

Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart?

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.

I believe that having something to hope for - even if it's just a better tomorrow- is the most powerful drug on this planet.

My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.

It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.