Strange what love taught you about your faults.

I turned back to my extracurricular study of death and disease. Because no matter what Grace thought, I knew that in Mercy Falls, it's never over

I always listen to you. Except when I don't.

Are you alone?" So that's what this call was about. For some reason, the question made my throat tighten. "No," I said, "Elvis is here. Would you like to talk to him?

Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water." - Whelk

If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.

and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer,waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl