I sigh and rub his shoulder with my hand. "Calm down, it is going to be okay." I say. Then the worst possible thing happens, his friends come in. "Sh*t." I say
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I swear in my head and push past them. I try to pull Joe through, but his hand is no longer in mine. I look back to him. "Joe." I say, trying to get his attention on me.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
My eyes set on her, then her neck, before flickering to whoever's beside me as they pat me on the shoulder. I hear their blood rushing through their veins, hear their heart pumping as if it's my own.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain
