My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.

As far as all of our identities are dependent on how other people imagine us we are all making ourselves and each other up all the time

Facts, even false ones, cannot be copyrighted.

Leaving feels too good, once you leave.

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.

I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I’ve never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero’s errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

still, what could i say? that i didn't just feel depressed - instead, it was like the depression was the core of me, of every part of me, from my mind to my bones? that if he got blue, i got black? that i hated those pills so much, because i knew how much i relied on them to live?