My only advice is to stay aware, listen carefully, and yell for help if you need it.
Let children read whatever they want and then talk about it with them. If parents and kids can talk together, we won't have as much censorship because we won't have as much fear.
Thats not a bad word, hate and war are bad words, fuck isn't.
Not everything has to have a point. Some things just are.
You can't deny they ever happened. You can't deny you ever loved them, love them still, even if loving them causes you pain.
Like my mother said, you can't go back to holding hands.
Some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.
Each of us must confront our own fears, must come face to face with them. How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives. To experience adventure or to be limited by the fear of it.
Fear is often disguised as moral outrage.
We are friends for life. When we’re together the years fall away. Isn’t that what matters? To have someone who can remember with you? To have someone who remembers how far you’ve come?