Mathematics is the language with which God has written the universe.
The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
I had some great mentors as I was coming up and starting to sing so early - I've been singing since I was four.
In futsal, you see whether a player is really talented. You notice the small details in quality, class and tactical understanding.
And then Evan Walker kisses me.
I don't want to die an old lady.