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• I add layers when I regret... does guilt make me cold?
• Growing older means that more days on the tearaway pages of my calendar has me in it.
• Cross my heart and hope to live
• I hate fighting with the people I love. It wears me thin until I feel like a translucent little insignificant ghost.
• If I wanted my heart broken I would have put out a notice.
• Time runs away from me like a waterfall, but I just sit and daydream amidst the roar and thunder.
• The dandelions fell like summer snow.
• How do you bring someone to their senses when they've lost them long ago? How do you wake them up from a dream when their real lives don't exist anymore?
• Because once upon a time was a long time ago
• The birthplace of rainbows are dark clouds and half-baked days... there is no beautiful without the ugly to compare it to.
• Hope was at the bottom of Pandora's chest... I hope I don't have to hit rock bottom to find it.
• What is it like to be at the end of a dying dynasty, to keep fighting for things that can't last? Oh, I know, all too well.
• I read books to taste-test what the world is like. To see if I can find a sliver of myself in someone else's version of humanity.
• The palm trees dotted the landscape like so many ballpoint pens.
• I cried today, did you know? Did you know, did you know, did you know? My heart gushed out of my chest, and I couldn't gather it back up again.
• Dread built inside me as I stared at your dull, blank smile. I knew you weren't listening.
• We are such mercurial creatures—we forget so easily. Our emotions, our thoughts… all so fleeting, unless recorded here and now; just like our lives.
• As the breeze caressed my scraped knees, as the neighbor’s daughter taught me my first curse word, as the sun blazed on our fallen bikes and scooters, as the ice cream melted between the creases of our fingers.
• I miss the days when we counted out our years with pride, instead of awkward laughs, averted eyes, and subdued voices.
• Sometimes I realize that the world is going to break my heart and I get very afraid.
• Growing up is realizing how wonderfully and deeply flawed you are, over and over again.
• Thrice discarded and twice received, once remembered and never believed, take a bit of my grains of salt and sprinkle o’er the world in the palm of your hand.