She is a dreamer, of monsters and magic, of worlds not her own.
She is a riddle without clue, an answer that eludes.
She is a journey, an endless road, a ceaseless storm.
She is a book still in draft, blank pages and messy edits.
She is a snowflake, cold and fleeting, lost in the sea.
She is a room without a door, a house without a roof.
She is a star, brilliant but far, a jewel in the night.
She is more than just a girl.
"People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear."
— John Patrick, The Curious Savage
"Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors."
— Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe
"I do want someone, need someone. You were right. And when i’m with you, I feel like i’m a better person. I feel happier, less alone. Less lonely. But it’s not as simple as that, is it? Being with someone."
"I’m afraid of
a lot of things,
I am afraid of
unraveled by you,
and you finding nothing
you want in here."