When I come home my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug and everything that's happened that day just melts away.
You never know if you're a writer. You can't trust it. If you woke up and said 'I'm a writer ' it would be gone. You wouldn't see anything for miles - even the dust would be running away.
A game one of my sisters will play with me in my first year of being alive is...
Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
If you are a reliable, honest journalist, sources...
