Aires and Echo Emerson. Their mother must have hated them to give them names like that.

Sometimes life happens.

I love you enough to never make you choose.

I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.

Breathing became a painful chore. Her lips turned down while her warm fingers caressed my cheek. That touch typically brought me to my knees, but now it cut me

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.

It's like I have this large black hole in my brain and it's sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness.

As long as everyone thinks you’re a cutter or tried to commit suicide you’ll always be on the outs.

There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.

She pushed off her toes toward me, guiding my head down, and gently kissed my lips. No. This wouldn’t be goodbye. I’d fill her up and make her realize she’d always be empty witho

The moment Noah came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck, I was torn between leaning into him and skirting away. Every muscle in my body screamed to fall into him.

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

I've never been one of the cool people at school, but then again, I don't get the people who are cool. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that they don't interest me.

The only security men can have for their political liberty, consists in keeping their money in their own pockets.

I was born alone, I'm gonna die alone. I have my own identity. I'm my own person, and no two people are the same.

Names can be a doorway into knowing who a person is, and that is certainly true of God. A study of His names is a study of who He is and will be for you.

When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.

...All I want to talk about is the oncoming apocalypse in my brain.

I didn't know what the path was that I wanted to be as an actor, to be honest. I've been doing a lot of theater since I was a kid, so I was just sort of taking opportunities.

Writing a poem is discovering.

Governments exist to protect the rights of minorities. The loved and the rich need no protection: they have many friends and few enemies.