There are so many of us, so many girls. The world wants us for our wombs or our bodies, or it doesn't want us at all.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

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

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

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?