We were each causing bigger and bigger ripples in our lives, and it was not going at all unnoticed.
I don’t want to make you cry, but it seems that I really do want to hurt you. Am I evil?
The world is such a deep and intricate place. I wish I could even begin to describe the beauty every moment carries, and then lets go. I can’t, so I won’t.
There are no little fairies coming to take that towel away, to put out the bins, or clean up that toast sweat. The fact that it is often unintentional is no consolation; it is often not even regarded as fact.