Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting yours fix.

“Your generation would probably ‘livetweet’ the apocalypse” you say, and you laugh You mean it as an insult, and I understand, Or you don’t because the word lies awkwardly on you tongue, stumbles as it leaves your lips, air quotes visible You meant it as an insult, so you don’t understand, when I look into your eyes and say “Yes” Because we would. It would be our duty, as citizens on this earth to document it’s end the best way we know and if that means a second by second update of the world going up in flames, or down in rain, or crushed under the feet of invading monsters so be it. It would mean a second by second update of “I love you” “I’m scared” “Are you all right?” “Stay close” “Be brave” It would mean a second by second update of the humanity’s connection with one another, Proof of empathy, love, and friendship between people who may have never met in the flesh. So don’t throw the word ‘Livetweet’ at me like a dagger, meant to tear at my ‘teenage superiority’ Because if the citizens of Pompeii, before they were consumed by fire, had a chance to tell their friends and family throughout Rome “I love you” “I’m scared” “Don’t forget me” Don’t you think they’d have taken the chance?

The mouth should have three gatekeepers. Is it true? Is it kind? And is it necessary?

She was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people.