“Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.”

I wish they could see the tenderness in the way the darkness takes the night’s hand.

No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.

We remember that family is not just those of blood. But also those we choose to love.

A war is still a war even if it is inside your head, did you know this?

The loneliest thing you can ever do is take very instance where you should grow and waste it by only thinking how could this happen to you?

Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.

Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.

They kept trying to make me less angry, but I refuse to surrender my rage.

It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.

Stop looking for people who only want your beauty and turn away your chaos and darkness.

I know how to live with a blade and teach it not to make me bleed.

I am trying to stop being the ashes that you left behind.

We do not abandon those who truly accept us for who we are.

Womanhood is rich with unlearning. How to unlearn the way you hate your body.

You have to choose between freedom and comfort. You choose freedom. Of course you choose freedom.

I am so hungry for someone to love me.

Ordnance Survey maps, tea and crumpets, summer showers and foggy winter evenings – every bit of it.

Maine is wonderful. It can be very hard. I mean, if you look at the profile maps it doesn’t look it, but somehow when you get out there it’s really steep and hard.

Somewhere there is a map of how it can be done.

I’m just the smallest dot in a big map of human history.

Scientists have shown that because positive and open mindsets produce exploration and experiential learning, they also come to produce more-accurate mental maps of the world.

Folk Music is the map of singing.