Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are

When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.

And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

Dead bodies are such trouble,” Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.

Truth casts a spell of its own.

All things are possible.

Write like it matters, and it will.