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.

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

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

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

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

Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.