There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.

I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish