Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.

Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?

So much of life is in the smallness of moments...but they are harder to mark. So we need the grander celebrations and occasions. People like to feel significant.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

Some things are created to be together.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.