Things get better--hurt less--over time. If you let them.
Maybe he was Filipino. Was that in Asia? Probably. Asia's out-of-control huge.
You look like a protagonist.
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.
You look different. You look unsettling.’ ‘You look like you,’ he said. ‘You with the volume turned up.