The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
I grab Sarah’s hand. You are more than that. I need you here with me. You’re pretty much the only thing keeping me from completely melting down.I get it, she says. You’re going to save the freaking wo...
Next he grabs a round yellow thing covered in small bumps. It looks like a strange fruit and I half expect him to squeeze it to produce juice. When it reaches shoulder height the small bumps explode,...