I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.
For your information, Lester, there are at least five wonderful parts of the female body that can be viewed by the owner only with a hand mirror.
…girls were like poems: weird, incomprehensible and boring, but those “in the know
Childhood anxieties, childhood fears, never disappear entirely. They fade, but not away.
The second hardest part about growing up is trying to figure out who you are. The hardest part comes after you’ve figured it out and the rest of the world wants to pull you in a different direction.
Look forward to the wonderment of growing up, raising a family and driving by the gas station where the popular kids now work.
I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself – my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.
Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.
She’d always pictured her future self as a lone wolf traveling around the world, ensnaring romantic conquests and achieving her wildest and most ambitious goals. She didn’t think that at nineteen she would be so dependent on other people; she pictured herself as an autonomous and untouchable force that occasionally flitted back home to show off her new feathers before flying away to her life that was much more exciting than theirs.
If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.