“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.” - J.K. Rowling
‘My goodness. What have you done? Why’d do this? Why’d you do this to me? To us? How could you? How dare you do this?’ Questions flew out of Lori’s mouth as quickly as the tears that gushed down her face.
I should be home now. I should be lying next to my husband, pretending to love it there better than his son’s bed.
On a horse with wings, You appeared full of promises To take me to a place Where there are no feelings.