There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.
Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.
Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.
Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.
I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.
Writers have superpowers.