I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long.

Some people fall in love and touch the sky. Some people fall in love and find quicksand. I hover somewhere in between, I swear, I can't make up my mind.

I think freedom of speech is important, but coupled with responsibility.

I think perhaps love thrives on unlikely circumstances and chance: life thrives on these principles, and is life not love? And love not life?

All of us are heaven-sent, and there was never meant to be only one.

Above our heads exists an infinity of unfathomable fantasiastics: and fields of future fireside fables trail close behind

There are five known gyres spinning around in our world's oceans. A gyre is a slowly moving spiral of currents created by a high pressure system of air currents. A spinning soup, so to speak, is made of what exists in the water. And in this case, the gyres are spinning with millions of tons of our discarded and forgotten about plastic waste!