She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.
We writers are resilient souls.
Things will get worse before they get better.
Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.
And if I have to die trying, I will get out of here.
The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.