Waste today, want tomorrow.

The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

Hunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else, I fight the final few steps to the door and step out into the cold, where the rain is still coming down like shards of moonlight, or like steel.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in dreams that I heard the word shouted, screamed.