It’s never overreacting to ask for what you want and need.
Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.
I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
Maybe you just have to live for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.