Says the girl with no thyme.

for once, you believed in yourself. you believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.

And the rest is history,' I said. Nah.' He shook his head. 'The rest is now.

The bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more. you're all good.

But sometimes you lose. Nothing you can do but admit it. -Eli

What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed there, regardless.