You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.

A feeling can't kill you.

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.