Moth to a flame I follow.

Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

There are men you build a future with, Dani. And then there are men that you know, going in, that you're only making a memory with. I know the difference ..Some memories are worth the price. I'll deal with it.

You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

My heart has jet lag.