The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.
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.
I like a lot of things that aren’t good for me.
A pixie’s true skin color is blue. Cookie Monster, Grover, and other lovable Muppets are also blue. Do not confuse the two. Muppets don’t kill you. Usually.
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.
Loving you is a full-time job. It’s a great job, don’t get me wrong. It’s the best job in the universe. But it’s not easy.
It’s hard to save the world when you can’t save yourself.
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.
Hope is a crazy thing. It will make you believe.
I’m not a damsel and there is no distress.
I promise you. You will survive this. Feel my hand. It is yours now, my queen. I promise you. I am yours.
Zara, sympathy is just a good excuse to buy greeting cards and make sorry eyes and secretly gloat over how glad you are that you aren’t the person whose crap is hanging out for everyone to see.
Hate is a useless emotion.
You are totally kissable. If I were a guy or gay or bi or something I would absolutely kiss you.