No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.