We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood? - Ridley Jones

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

When you're young it's easy to confuse passion for love.

Isn't it funny how the people least impacted by tragedy are the most eager to move on?

Judgment is such a useful shield, isn't it? We can hide behind it, rise above others on its crest, keep ourselves safe and separate.

I didn’t see the point of judging and analyzing a single moment in someone’s life.

They don't find peace. It's pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes you apart and reassembles you. You are a Frankenstein of circumstance, and the parts never fit back quite right and the life you live is a stolen one. You don't deserve to walk among the living, and you know it.