Heather Demetrios Quotes

She is a slave, with no way home.

Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it.

This, I think, is a little glimpse of what life could be like without my family. Home could be a place of laughter and love, a refuge. I'm filled with a terrifying weightlessness, like I've jumped off a cliff, but I know that if I don't look down, I'll be just fine.

You know those primitive tribal people who believed a camera could steal your soul? Turns out they were right.

This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.

Somehow, the pain and rage and confusion of the past eighteen years dissolves until all that is left is this one perfect moment; unscripted, unedited, it's ours and ours alone.

He looks like the kind of boy who would jump trains, strum guitars, and pass a joint.

You can't screw up your own suicide and then expect the universe to give you presents wrapped in the skin of a wonderful boy. That's just not the way it works.