My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.

There are some people in life that you can't get over.

I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.

Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]

Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lunges. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.