Says the girl with no thyme.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn’t come easy for, someone like me.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.

Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.