Mind, unopened

If he sets you on fire, master the flames and turn them on him. If he tries to drown you, channel the ocean inside you and turn the waves on him. If he ever dares to storm through your self respect, you show him exactly what kind damage a hurricane made of flames and oceans and you can do.

Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.

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.

I thought you had a black soul and a golden heart, but now I know your heart is buried in dark and you soul is gone.

This troubled mouth spills questions that are only answered by dismay.

Grab your things, don’t waste a second. They know how to use hate as a weapon. They’ll rip your clothes, leave you shaking. Don’t let them forget: today, you’re not breaking.

Fortune abandoned her at a young age, so she falls in love with fleeting moments, trusting they will shine long enough to keep her glow alive.

‘He writes with two goals in mind,’ he said. 'One, to try and understand himself; his hopes, dreams, demons.’ 'So what’s the second goal?’ she asked, more captivated than curious. 'To help readers understand the very same things in themselves.’

Your past, a library that contains countless books. You revisit certain novels with such loyalty, while deeply wishing that others could be unwritten.

Pain is a stubborn bully. It does not leave you alone simply because you wish it away.

A dark coffee ring rests upon the final pages of our memoirs. It seeps into words that do not require caffeine to survive.

He seeps so easily into my bloodstream, as if these veins were built just for him.