Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs..

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ou….

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures..

Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the mem….

Writing, painting, singing -- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps….

You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all..

If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is yo….

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be..

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go..

There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached..

Why are some things easier to write than say?.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard..

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?.

It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as ….

It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance..

Once you want something, everything changes. Now I want everything. More and more and more..

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that..

I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt..

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to….

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own..