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Beauty loses its meaning when you’re surrounded by too much of it.
wouldn’t hurt at all, or if it was a tiny shard that always would, like the piece of a splinter you can’t reach with tweezers.
“Some people stay broken. Some pick up the pieces and put them back together with all the sharp edges showing.”
“My secrets are old friends; I would feel like a poor friend if I abandoned them now.”
The trouble with sociopaths, really, is that you never know where they draw their boundaries.
Yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Three butterflies for a broken girl: one for personality, one for possession, and one for pettiness.
“Not making a choice is a choice. Neutrality is a concept, not a fact. No one actually gets to live their lives that way.”
because even though matches can burn, they’re light, not heat.
Politicians are like child services, he thinks. Ultimately useful, but a pain in the ass all the way there.
“The gifts we give say as much about us as the gifts we get and keep,”
But each time I saw it, I knew I was in the presence of something extraordinary, something that not everyone found or was capable of recognizing and sustaining.
How could a child be worth less than a name? How could all our lives be worth less than a reputation?
