Sometimes moving on takes effort. Sometimes moving on is harder than it looks.

Every time I break out of what is expected of me and do what feels right, I feel stronger.

She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.

There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you're confusing your emotions.

If you sprinkle when you tinkle please be neat and wipe the seat.

I wish I could help you" I whisper. You are," he murmurs against my knee. "just dont leave me, okay? Everyone leaves me.

Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.