I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.
You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.
The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.
What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.
You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you’ll love me the way you love your wolf.
You know, life fractures all of us into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that makes us stronger.
Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn’t magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.
It’s a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It’s the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don’t know the name of that fear, but I know I’ve got it, the fear of the unknown.
Is that Disney magic of pixie magic?” I kid… “It is life magic”.
Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I’m not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?
Astley comes to my side. “Are you well?” “No,” I tell him, voice hoarse. “I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don’t know…I don’t know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again”.
She smirks.”Are you attempting to stop me, little one?””Excuse me? Did you just call me ‘little one’? What are you? Like, four feet tall?” I ask.
So, I’m a bear,” she explains, eyeing us all. “Wait? Is Issie something?”“Nope,” Issie pouts. “All human. All the time.”“The coolest human ever,” Devyn says, reaching down and ruffling her hair.
She is a beautiful creature, but beauty doesn’t equal good and it certainly doesn’t equal sane.
That’s when I realize how much I don’t want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..
Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there.
I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is—she’s a hero.
It’s hard to save the world when you can’t save yourself
… no one can ever save someone else, you know? We can only save ourselves. You know that, don’t you?