I blend in the backgroud. when I arive for lunch my friends are surprised i'm not already there.

Life is short, have dessert first.

So we stand there, part of a crowd a thousand people strong, beaming up at the sky with wonder. I knew with a sudden certainty that wherever I am in the future - up in my treehouse, alone in the school cafeteria, or trying to figure out what my teachers are talking about, a part of me will always be right here, right now, wish that giant eye in the sky shining down on me, telling me it's going to be alright.

It's not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks.

comparing what you see during an eclipse to the darkness at night is like comparing an ocean to a teardrop.

My sweat smells like peanut-butter.

The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn't matter how others see you.