Our thoughts are with everyone that's been affected by Manchester attack. We want to stand strong, look at the sky and sing loud and proud.
As it turns out, you can function while your heart is being torn to shreds.
All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.
It seems to me that no matter what religion you subscribe to, acts of kindness are the stepping-stones to making the world a better place--because we become better people in it.
The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.
Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.
I love my dad, although I'm definitely critical of him sometimes, like when his pants are too tight. But I love him so much and I try to be really supportive of him.
Hitting the ball has never been my issue, so I can literally not pick up a racquet for two months and hit the ball, really, really nicely. I mean movement's always an issue.