AC's

“My anxiety has always bled into my decisions,”
― Emily McIntire, Twisted

“Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you refuse to say aloud. What you think every night before you go to sleep. Tell me the words you say in dreams, when no one can hear you.”
― Keri Lake, Nightshade

“Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age.
They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we're feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we're feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“the only love you can count on is the way you love yourself.”
― Emily McIntire, Wretched