LeBron made like his hairline and went back.
Can’t do nothing but respect that.
You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
All I wanted was my other . The one just like me. But not me. The other sock. One sock without the other is worthless. There’s no warmth in it. It stinks. By itself. Together you can’t even notice the smell. Hole in me alone. A WHOLE ME together.
In the movies, right before an important character dies, he or she spills their guts and reveals everything. I don’t want to be close to death before I do.
Last minute honesty, everyday of my life.