Courtney M. Privett, Mayfly Requiem Quotes
History is the lie. History's words stain otherwise pristine books, drops of inky poison frosted in sugared deception.
The tear-stained letters of my regret will remain forever unread, for I am never going to be strong enough to give them to you.
Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.
We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.
What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What kind of slave outshines and rises above her master?
