We're boxed in and labeled before we're ever able to speak who we believe we are or who we dream we'll become.
Andrea GibsonI have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing
Andrea Gibson