I have an amazing handwriting. Lab instructor is gonna be dumbfounded by its splendor.
It doesn't matter whether you suck a little at maths, chem, and physics; what matters is, you're cute and nice and likable...
I'd rather shake, in the most curious means, the very atoms that started me, and blow myself off into end, than rob myself of truth.
There's one facet valid to every atom in this dimension, that so long as the universe persists to glow, you can never subvert.
Amazing how atheists write better than believers. But it just occurred to me, "Where do they get the impulse and the enthusiasm from?"
this morning maybe not because of that swelling, but just because he had a terribly bad awakening.
Every action is governed by small decisions stringed together. And it's in the most unexpected of those small decisions that love happens.