"We are walking down the street, holding hands. There's a playground at the end of the block and I run to the swings and climb on, and Henry takes the one next to me, facing the opposite direction, and we swing higher and higher, passing each other, sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other so fast it seems like we're going to collide, and we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away; right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment." - audrey niffenegger
i read way too much.
A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy. ~Edward P. Morgan



i have nothing to write about, besides how happy i am right now, with everything in my life. ♥
jealousy is ignorant and unfair.
sadness is something natural, and we cannot say "why did this happen to me" during every sad moment of our life, unless we speak like that about the good times, as well.
not everything is perfect, but i dont expect it to be. im extremely happy with the things that are perfect.