Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

So what do you have to confess now?" I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" "Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.

That lasting things do, in fact, last.