He's the meanest one. We call him..Byrd the Turd

He had a real mother, and a stepfather named Bart who Martin called Fart but only with his brothers and James

Your heavenly eyes are shining like a late night starTo be in heaven, I like to get lost in those eyes forever.

This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.''Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.

This gift of 'loving' the other person is a reflection of the spiritual 'love' given by the Father and shown through His Son Jesus Christ.

Nobody ever feels they’re doing well with teenagers, ” he said. “I think that’s kind of the point of them.

If you're writing anything decent, it's in you, it's your spirit coming out. If it's not an expression of how a person genuinely feels, then it's not a good song done with any conviction.

Oh, it makes a difference, I thought. And if it doesn't make a difference you will make it make a difference.

However they may have felt when they left they were now committed, they had passed the point of no return.

Wasn't it time she risked getting hurt again, instead of just accepting the numbness of never letting anyone in?

I don't have a specific mantra; It's more about believing that I'm tough. I've been through a lot, and I'm not wiling to let myself get beat.

It's not about the resources you have available. It's about the resourcefulness you have within you.