Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.