I write human stories. I write about people. Not as a product of their environment. But from the stance that everybody is made of the same thing.

One must not speak of such things. One is still scarred from that experience.

What if we knew what tomorrow would bring? Would we fix it? Could we?

you will always be my favorite hello and hardest goodbye. P.S. i will always love you

The more you try to simplify things the more you complicate them. You create rules, build walls, push people away, lie to yourself and ignore true feelings. That is not simplifying things.

the important thing is not what we (look) like,but the role we play in our best friend's life.

I don't know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they're just closet pyromaniacs.