can't help but do something inappropriate. its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite.
the right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.
the scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.
i don’t think anyone who falls in love has a choice. you’re just pulled to that person like true north, whether it’s good for you or bound to break your heart.
you'd think someone who'd been to medical school would be able to hear through a stethoscope that somebody was empty inside.
when was the last time someone read aloud to you? 