Some things are better left buried and forgotten.

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

You can't tell me what to feel

Not gray, exactly. Right before the sun rises there's a moment when the whole sky goes this pale nothing color-not really gray but sort of, or sort of white, and I've always really liked it because it reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her heart is nestled next to a small set of bones buried beside a frozen river, which will emerge with the spring thaw, a skeleton ship rising out of the water”.

Hope keeps you alive.