The Girl Behind The Scrawled

She Felt As If She Bled Her Regret And Loneliness From Her Very Pores, And Yet She Could Not Shape Those Feelings Into Any Sentiment She Could Imagine Her Parents Could Bear Reading.

The Thing About The Mirror Is That No One Knows Where It Is. In Fact, No One Knows What It Is.” "it’s A Mirror,” Simon Said. “you Know – Reflective, Glass. I’m Just Assuming.

Every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad Ones.

Ragnor And Catarina Both Begged Him To Give The Instrument Up. Random Strangers On The Street Begged Him To Give The Instrument Up. Even Cats Ran Away From Him.

You Asked Me Who I Belong To. I Belong To You.