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“The best part of having superpowers
is that most of the time
other people do not even know that you
have them—
like when Peter Parker goes paintballing,
people just think he is a really awesome paintballer,
and he totally gets away with using his Spidey senses,
and when Aquaman is on OkCupid,
and he says he spends a lot of time
thinking about global warming,
people just think he’s a conscientious
dude,
and on the days that I get out of bed
and put on appropriate workplace attire
and eat three meals, none of which are Hot Pockets,
people can’t even tell that right then,
at that moment,
I am using my superpowers.

Anxiety is your body’s response to perceived danger
and mine is so strong
you would have to call it a superpower.

It never gives up;
It is always looking for a fight;
It is the fiercest part of me.”
― Brenna Twohy, Forgive Me My Salt

“Mortality is the most romantic story ever told. Just one chance to do everything you should. Then, magically, you move on.”
― Lauren Kate, Rapture

“The voice boomed from the Throne. "One more goodbye."
Together, Luce and Daniel turned to acknowledge the Throne, but the second their eyes fell upon it, the stately figure of the woman blazed into white-hot glory, and they had to shield their eyes.
The Throne was indiscernible again, a gathering of light too brilliant to be gazed upon by angels.
"Hey, guys." Arriane sniffed. "I think she meant for you two to say goodbye to each other."
"Oh," Luce said, turning to Daniel, suddenly panicked. "Right now? We have to-"
He took her hand. His wings brushed hers. He kissed the centers of her cheeks.
"I'm afraid," she whispered.
"What did I tell you?"
She sifted through the million exchanges she and Daniel had ever shared-the good, the sad, the ugly. One rose above the clouds of her mind.
She was shaking. "That you will always find me."
"Yes. Always. No matter what."
"Daniel-"
"I can't wait to make you the love of my mortal life."
"But you won't know me. You won't remember. Everything will be different."
He wiped away her tear with his thumb. "And you think that will stop me?"
She closed her eyes. "I love you too much to say goodbye."
"It isn't goodbye." He gave her one last angelic kiss and embraced her so tightly she could hear his steady heartbeat, overlapping her own. "It's until we meet again.”
― Lauren Kate, Rapture

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets