My thirst grows and little lines grow beneath my eyes, telling myself that kissing her just makes me hungry. I pull back and look away, trying to control myself.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain
