Sunshine

Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.

The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little.

Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.

I don’t have anything to prove to anybody, which is a lovely place to be.

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.

Let go or be dragged.

You should all go home tonight and pray you don’t get an anal fissure.

Show them a heart of stone and sink them with it.

i. You are beautiful. No, not pretty. No, not like just the flowers. You are beautiful like the ocean. Deep and full of hidden beauty underneath. ii. You are the best thing that happened to me. Like a celebration, like a feast. You are a daily event that I would never get tired of. You made everything worth the fight. iii. You are enough. Or more than enough. Like an overflowing excellence. Whatever you do is magic to my eyes, you are magically clearing out hates and curses. iv. You are a gift from God. A spinning cloud of surprises. You are a gift. You are my present and we are the future. v. You can do it. You are the most beautiful competitive beast. Go on, reach for the stars, no one can stop you.