I actually like how doctors talk. I like the sound of science. I like how words you don't understand explain things you can't understand.
You can't blend in when you were born to stand out.
I won't describe what I look like. Whatever you're thinking, it's probably worse.
That's how it is in heaven. It's just love, and no one forgets who they love.
My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.
Who we are? Us!Right? What kind of people are we? What kind of person are you? Isn't that the most important thing of all? Isn't that the kind of question we shloud be asking ourselves all the time? 'What kind of person am I?