Nooooow I remember why I left that place. Now I remember why I'm still not there, and now I remember why I'm never going back

Love beyond fault and circumstance. That is the point of life itself.

Just as my mother loved me without fear, through my rebellion and darkest hour... I can only hope my love for her is a fraction of the love she's shown me.

Penmanship in beauty and content alike is quite like volcanic activity. As inky lava leaves the crater, vivid landscapes are born that last as long as history... Evolving as time passes into beautifully scarred masses of land and imagination. As such - worlds flow forth from these titans, shaping the perception and expanding the minds of those who are graced with the prestigious honor of laying gazes upon these perfect strokes of creativity in rare form.

Tears down my face like gentle raindrops slip down a rugged mountain. I will miss this place, and will never forget the people.

Her future ain't half as beautiful as her past, so she lives in it.