“I didn't wave my daisy. I felt small, the way an ant must feel looking up at a field of wildflowers. I was nothing. I was trapped below flowers, buried under them, while girls like Lizzie Lovett danced overhead. That… — Chelsea Sedoti Copy Share Image
“Secrets are like flowers buried under snow. Eventually they rise up and push through into the light.” — Dacre Stoker Copy Share Image
