What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?
It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion
When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me
Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.
I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.