But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable,walking through this life half-sleeping,everything at arm's length or farther away. I understood those mermaids.I didn't care if they sang to me.All I wanted was to block out all the human voices as they called me name again and again,pulling me upward into light,to drown.

Good be- gets bad, something lost leads to found...

It’s the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth.

It was rare for things to be perfect and organized anyway, even with your best efforts. Embrace the messy and when things do come together just right, you'll always be pleasantly surprised.

Somewhere along the way, I started to believe it myself. I think that being brave and self confident doesn’t necessarily start inside, honey. It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.

It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.