The chances we take, knowing no better than to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in... protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips.

Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.

Its 75 Degrees! In December!

So much had happened that morning. Yet it was this image, this moment, that i kept going back to hours later, after we'd made it safely to the walkway and gone our separate ways to classes. How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if i fell, at least i wouldn't do it alone.

Love is so unpredictable. That's what makes it so great.

Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try