To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.

Popularity means people think they know you.

Sometimes holding on was all you could do.

Alice started to cry. It came with no sound, no shuddering, no childlike hysterics, just a soul-deep release that turned into moisture and dripped down her puffy pink cheeks. She touched her tears, frowning. Then she looked up at Julia and whimpered two words before she fell asleep. ‘Real hurts.’

Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.

Nina knew the power of black and white images. Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away.

It's not intentions that matter. It's actions. We are what we do and say, not what we intend to.