Four months in the life of a seventeen-year-old is the stuff of swings and roundabouts

And then he was kissing me like we were both on fire and he was trying to put the flames out, and I kissed him back like an arsonist with a pocketful of matches.

I have layer upon layer of thoughts in my head and the bottom one has nothing to grip on to.

First her body goes missing, then her finger.

Signs form a language, but not the one you think you know.

and to die with the Warrior's Prayer on his lips. For, 'Yes', he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life. Acceptance.

Physicists like to think that all you have to do is say, these are the conditions, now what happens next?

I've found peace here at the co-op. You could stay with us, if you want. Become a ROFLcopter.

Running has taught me, perhaps more than anything else, that there's no reason to fear starting lines... or other new beginnings.

I am fascinated by history and particularly the Victorian era.

An intelligent lady, a little too mature for recklessness, a little too young for caution.