And I put the latte down on a table, awash in the happy middle of my greatest adventure.
He called out to his fellow monks,'Come quickly I am tasting stars.
So keeping the box closed just keeps you in the dark, not the universe.
When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.
Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.
He wasn't perfect or anything. He wasn;t your fairytale prince charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes,but i liked him best when that stuff fell away.