I sort of liked the sound of bones breaking. It was like home.

It felt really good to do something that made no sense at all.

In his arms, I slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.

Not even a repeat of Dawson’s Creek makes me feel better.

The only wand you'll ever need is a better-feeling thought.

If I’m writing, at least I don’t feel as paralyzed.

I push through physical pain. Life hurts. I enjoy the positives.

She's not close enough. She'll never be close enough...

Respect the dead, learn from them, do not follow or avenge them.

Friends are the family you choose (~ Nin/Ithilnin, Elven rogue).

I know Matt is your friend, but I think he’s a douche bag.

True, but Little Sister is patient and she's always watching.

I'll die of embarrassment." "At least you'll die knowing.

I figured it is always better to be unpopular by your own choice.

Other than the voices in my head, I think I’m pretty normal.