"Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all."
"I’m painting stars in colors that do not have names; colors that only exist in my mind. I have pages of poetry locked behind my eyes. I’m finding shapes in the clouds and stained glass in the depths of your eyes, but i have yet to find a shape in myself." - Malinda Rose