"You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it."

"Sometimes you just can’t save someone from themselves."

"How I’d love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me."

"Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing."

"The tea that’s brewed too slow, the part of me that’s waiting patiently for so long, at least I try but I’m relying on my photographic memory, and I’m painfully realizing its not all that its racked up to be"