But what are our stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?
I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.
Change what you can, accept what you can't, and be smart enough to know the difference
Power, wrongly used, defeats the oppressor as well as the oppressed.
All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.
I need to get lost and sometimes my characters lead me to places I don't expect to go.