Okay that’s it. Now I’m torching this. I just need to score a match.

Blue Face Disgusting taste Flush it Shush it Cold disgrace

But in my heart I knew that just like the new grass, I wasn't strong enough yet to be walked on

You can't dwell on what might have been...and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

(Actually now I’m remembering that the goodbye chow isn’t spelled that way. It’s ciao or something weird like that. It’s Italian, right? But I’m not an Italian gypsy, I’m a hungry gypsy. So spelling it chow makes total sense.)

Somehow the silence seemed to connect us in a way like words never could. - Julianna Baker

I don’t think you’re aloud to be homeschooled if you don’t have a home.