Furious Flutter Awakened Hummingbird Heart

I Know It Makes Sense For Me And Him To Just Break Up Now And Just Live Our Seperate Lives And Not Have To Worry About Missing Each Other All The Time. But When I Think About That, I Get Sick. Physically Sick. Like I Seriously Throw Up. I Need To Be With Him, Even If I Can’t, Like, Be With Him.

Words Can Be Used As A Bomb Or Balm.

When I'm At School In The City, I Don't Feel Particularly Worldly Or Wise. It's Only When I Come Back Home That I Remember Exactly Why I Left.

What Are Your Thoughts?' 'my Thoughts?' I Replied, Before I Even Realized What I Was Saying. 'my Thoughts Created My World.' Mac Sat Up In His Seat. He Scrunched His Curls With His Hands, Perplexed. 'who Said That?' I Told Him The Truth. 'oh, Just Someone I Used To Know,' I Said, Stroking The Naked Skin On My Middle Finger.

Did You Know That The Average American Spends Six Months Of His Or Her Life Waiting For Red Lights To Turn Green? Six Months Wasted, Waiting For Permission To Move On. Think Of All The Other Stuff You Could Do With That Time.” I Was Totally Confused. “in The Car?” “in Your Life,” He Said.