What if people knew they were recycled? Would that change anything?

Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to write total nonsense for as long as I need to release the pressure, because it's really hard to start if you feel like that first sentence you write has to actually mean something.

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

There are some people who fall in love over and over.

When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other things