Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.
The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be.
Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him.
I think parents should know what their children are reading, and if they truly object, they should tell their kids why, rather than summarily removing a book from their possession.
Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.
Anger is a valid emotion. It’s only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don’t want to do.
Or might the soul clone itself, create a perfect imitation of something yet to be defined? In this way, can a reflection be altered?
I want the part of you that you refuse to give.
When you’ve only got one little shimmer of sunshine, you capture it best you can.
Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow.
Taking no chances means wasting your dreams...
Addiction is rarely conquered alone.
Think long and hard before offering your heart to someone who can only accept it part-time.
This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn’t about sex. It’s about connection.
The problem with resolutions is they’re only as solid as the person making them.
When You Weren’t Looking The child became a woman, though she wasn’t ready to. Don’t ask how or why. Those questions are not important ones. Can’t you see you didn’t care enough to notice?
Forgiveness is easy. Trust is much more difficult, and should never be given lightly.
Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.
Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your’s and mine.
Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.