I trust the world like I trust myself. I don't.

Everyone acts like they know you. But how can someone else know you if you don't know yourself?

The heart is the place where the death and the soul reside.

The tears of a broken heart are the tears of a broken soul.

Demons are everywhere. Always lurking. Always watching. Always there. Always.

Let them believe what they will, but remember to stand up for what you believe in.

The first stage is denial. The last is acceptance.

I take the bandage and wind it tighter and tighter around the wound, but it still falls off every time.

All squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles are squares.

Don't stop. Can't stop. Won't stop.

Hate is a strong word, and you should use it with caution.

I wish I was as good at following my own advice as I am at giving it.

We're all broken in some way. It's only a matter of how badly what's broken.

I was never afraid of the monster under my bed, but I am afraid of the one in it.

I either have everything to say, or nothing at all.

You know they've got a special place for people like you and me.

I'm not a freak. I'm simply unique.

I'm afraid of immortality, but I'm scared of dying more.
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The Life of She by BroknHeartBroknSoul
The Life of She
A collection of spontaneously written stories centered around the world of an imaginary girl called She. She...