He isbetter than warm fall colorsbetter than beautiful musicbetter than doughnuts and coffee
Sometimes, love is loud.sometimes, love is quiet. Always, love is my mom.
Wonderland is here now.Don’t know what we might see.Yesterday’s gone forever.But my future’s up to me.What a future it will be….
The stars are duller than an old pocket knife, they used to sparkle like five-carat diamonds.
The past is the past. It's gone, you know? It doesn't matter anymore. All we have is now. Right now.
Running doesn't just make me happy. Running keeps me alive. When I'm running-the blood pumping through my veins, the tunes playing in my ears, the muscles tightening on the inclines- the problems of t...
One time Mom told me the peopleyou can be quiet withare the ones you are the mostcomfortable with.-Amber
One picture will have to be enough.Just likeone daywill have to beenough.
One outerpaddles aroundon his back, spinning a blue ballon his tummy.I could watch them for hours.Because they get it.They get that life is short and you should justforget the crapand have fun.
Nothing makes much sense, does it? she asks. I mean, really, what do we know for sure except that right now, in this moment, we’re standing here, breathing? The rest, who knows? Let’s stop asking ques...
Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.
Let the dayreveal itself to mein its own time,in its own way. I am yours, Today.I am yours
I'd reply, love doesn't tell time.Love is simply thereor it isn't.Everyday,in every way,it was there.
I wanted to freezein the moment in my mindforeverbecause there's nothing betterthan flutters of the heart
I talk and crywhile Nico sits and listens.Like we've been friends forever.Finally, I use the shirtto wipe the tearsand take a deep breath.We're quietfor a long timeand then Nico pointsto a pair of box...
He lived.He made it. A second chance,given to oneand not the other.And this?This is what he did with it?
Circumstances shape who we are and who we become. I believe that. But I also believe we have choices. There are always choices.
Yellow daises tell me Brooklyn's been here.His flower girl.I brought nothing.Just myself.How fitting.Seems like that's all I've got anymore.
Y en ese momentoCierro los ojosy deseo.Deseoque la brisase llevenuestros problemas.Deseoque el solsequenuestro dolor.Deseoque la amistadllenenuestros corazones.Abro los ojos.
What's your favorite movie?...that should be our question. When we don't know what to say. Movies are a safe topic. What's wrong with the standard 'how's it going?' because all you get is 'Okay' or 'F...