Armed With Ink.

“There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don’t yearn to reach out, but because they’ve tried and found no one who cares.”

“There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don’t yearn to reach out, but because they’ve tried and found no one who cares.”

“Sometimes the sins you haven’t committed are all you have left to hold onto.”

“Maybe that’s what the night is for, just so we can know the difference when the light comes again.”

“Waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be.”

“Who are you when you’re alone? When no one is watching? What’s left then?”

“I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.”

snuffed out by the

“I’m glad I understand that while language is a gift, listening is a responsibility.”

“It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.”

“If you don’t fight for what you want, don’t cry for what you lost.”

“She’s known sadness, and it has made her kind.”