Goth Gone Grey

“If there is anything for absolute certainty that I can say then it is that your physical appearance, current life situation, belonging, finances, friends and family do not define you as an individual. What defines you is something that is physically impossible to touch yet so easily disturbed and distorted through words and actions, media and negativity. What defines you as an individual and makes you who you are and so unique, special, and a value in society, is your mind-set and personality. It’s so cliché yet so underrated, but it truly is what’s inside of you that matters, and the best thing that you can do for yourself in life is to live life the way you, and only you, want to, and to do what you want to do, say what you want to say, dress the way you want to dress, and love who you want to love. The best thing you can do is truly, honestly love yourself.”
― Regina Phalange, Slipping through my fingers: The story of a dying girl

“Laughter is the only real way to express how glad you are to be alive when you know too much of death.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, Beautiful Exiles

“They fitted – it just felt right. Not your Hollywood right, better, she was a real woman, she had problems like him, insecurities, and a past – scars both physical and psychological. It made her three-dimensional, deeper than some Hollywood eye candy. What he was trying to say in his masculine and inefficient way was that he loved her.”
― Lachlan Standfield, Finding Melancholy: Psychological crime and suspense thriller: One choice. Two paths. A brutal binary proposition.

“It turns out that no one believes her anyway, and that lack of belief in her festers, infects her through and through—because, in her heart, she wants to be an honest person, and she thought she was. But she is not fully honest with anyone, not even with herself. It turns out she cannot give voice to uncertainty; this is not allowed. She does not need to be told this to know it is true. So she becomes quiet; she continues her journey inward, a journey she will be on for years, alone, unable to share with anyone, not her family, not her friends, not her lover.”
― Katrin Schumann, The Forgotten Hours