Being A Good Mother, It Seemed To

Once Upon A Time There Were Two Sisters. One Of Them Was Really, Really Strong, And One Of Them Wasn't.' You Looked At Me. 'your Turn.' I Rolled My Eyes. 'the Strong Sister Went Outside Into The Rain And Realized The Reason She Was Strong Was Because She Was Made Out Of Iron, But It Was Raining And She Rusted. The End.' No, Because The Sister Who Wasn't Strong Went Outside Into The Rain When It Was Raining, And Hugged Her Really Tight Until The Sun Came Out Again.

I'm Too Much Of A Coward To Kill Myself. And Too Much Of A Coward To Live

I Used To Pretend That I Was Just Passing Through This Family On My Way To My Real One.

There's A Lot Of Things You Can't See If You Aren't' Looking.

But Once You Throw A Stone, There Are Ripples In The Pond, Even If You Remove The Rock.