In fairytales, when the mask came off, the handsome prince still loved the girl, no matter what -and that alone would turn her into a princess.

Safety is relative. You can be so close to shore that you can practically feel it under your feet, when you suddenly find yourself breaking apart on the rocks.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

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

No matter how much you consumed, you would not have your fill.

there's something nice about knowing that i'm not the only one who doesn't quite fit the part.

When you’re hurting deeply, you go inward.