It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.

Somewhere in the endless spinning of eternity that one, tiny, fraction of a second where our lips met is lost forever.

It was as though the darkness was a sheet of raw cookie dough and someone had just taken a cookie cutter and made a child-sized shape out of it.

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him

Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.

You must hurt, or be hurt.

I feel like I'm playing some giant video game, or trying to solve a really complicated math equation. 'One girl is trying to avoid forty raiding parties of between fifteen to twenty people each, spread out across a radius of seven miles. If she has to make it 2.7 miles through the center, what is the probablitiy she will wake up tomorrow morning in a jail cell? Please feel free to round pi to 3.14'.