relatable

What would you do if you only had one day left in this world? Spend it with the people you love? Travel to the far corners of the earth to see as many wonders as possible? Eat nothing but chocolate? Would you apologize for all your mistakes? Would you stand up to those you'd never had the courage to face? Would you tell your secret crush that you loved him or her? Why is it that we wait till the last minute to do the things we should be doing all along?

Who am I when I don't know myself?

I'm stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams

But I can now understand why people read, why they like to get lost in somebody else's life. Sometimes I'll read a sentence and it will make me sit up, jolt me, because it is something that I have recently felt but never said out loud. I want to reach into the page and tell the characters that I understand them, that they're not alone, that I'm not alone, that it's ok to feel like this. And then the lunch bell rings, the book closes, and I'm plunged back into reality.

She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes;

Feeling like she really was just seven or eight, Claire sat down on the floor, books all around her, and she opened the last one she__ picked up. Even though it was dark, and even though her eyes couldn__ see the words, she knew them.Knew the little prince__ story as well as her own.She closed her eyes. She leaned her head forward against the book. And she sobbed.

But then again, I shouldn't judge. That is, after all, my pet peeve.

I squinted at her. __ou__e an adult._ __ou__e an adult too._ __ut you__e an older adult. You__e had more practice._ Mom leaned back and laughed.

It was a Wednesday, I think. Yes, a Wednesday, that miserable day sandwiched between the dreadful Monday and Tuesday and the 'all right' Thursday and Friday, which ultimately gave way to what I hoped woud be a glorious weekend.

It was just my reality, to never have a boy be interested in me romantically for more than one random moment. Like a TV show you don't like but you end up watching anyway, because there's nothing else on.

I miss you in waves and tonight I__ drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you__e the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.

I hate Hera.

I was pretty sure if I tried to sing, all I would cause was an avalanche.

I was convinced that she was about to tell me my card was declined, and assumed Derek wanting to talk later meant he'd soon be telling me our life was declined. Everything, everyone had reached their limits with me.

I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue sky.

My hope is that, factual or fabricated, every line in Tsarina leads to a single truth: that when you forget that those you disagree with are people, not just your faceless opposition, you don't end up proving who is right and who is wrong. You end up with a body count.

Okay. I've got one. Do you think Pluto should still be considered an actual planet in its own right?""Much better. And yes, I do. I had to memorize the planets when I was in third grade, and it was one of them, and I don't like having to relearn things.

As much as we strive towards the light, we still want to be embraced by the shadow.