Trust, faith,good, bad... none of it matters. All you ever do is what you have to do. Follow your disires, fulfill your needs, escape from pain. That's all there is to it.
Kevin BrooksTags: trust-faith-good-bad
She moved closer to me, put her hands to my face, and kissed me softly on the lips.
God, it felt so good.
So perfect, so right...
It felt so good, I nearly fell off the roof.
Tags: humour
Ir pagalvojau, kas jį daro tokį gražų - proporcijos, bruožai, oda, kaulai po oda?.. O gal tik aš? Mano akys, mano vizija, mano įsitikinimas...
Mano mintys.
Tags: candy
never feel guilty about anything shame and guilt are a waste of time just do what you do-- and deal with it
Kevin BrooksI remember it all: every word, every breath, every tick of the clock . . . everything that happened is with me forever.
I can never forget it.
But that dosen't mean I can live it again. You can't live what's gone, you can only remember it, and memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone - like faded photographs, or a dried-up daisy chain at the back of a drawer. They have no substance. They can't take you back. Nothing can take you back.
Nothing can be the same as it was.
Nothing is.
All I can do is tell it.
To me a good book is like a quiet friend—a friend who’s happy to share thoughts and feelings with you, who’s always there when you need them. Best of all, this friend doesn’t have any secrets. They trust you to understand them. They take you to their innermost places. They share their sensations and emotions—and they let you experience them. Wherever you go and however you feel, they are always by your side. For an hour, a day, a week, or forever, their life becomes yours. Their story is your story. That’s the kind of book I’m trying to write.
Kevin BrooksMemories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs.
Kevin BrooksWe sat in silence for a while. I gazed through the window at the night sky, wondering idly at all that space, all that blackness, all that nothing, and as I sat there looking up at the emptiness I began thinking about the creek, the hills, the woods, the water... how everything goes around and around and never really changes. How life recycles everything it uses. How the end product of one process becomes the starting point of another, how each generation of living things depends on the chemicals released by the generations that have proceeded it... I don't know why I was thinking about it. It just seemed to occur to me.
Kevin BrooksTags: inspirational life-and-living young-adult
I was thinking about all these things and more, but I wasn't really thinking about them at all. They were just there, floating around in the back of my mind, thinking about themselves. What I was really thinking about, of course, was Lucas.
Kevin BrooksTags: love death tragedy young-adult love-story
A veces es mejor confiar en tu imaginación. Los hechos te pueden decepcionar, pero tu mente, siempre te protegerá
Kevin BrooksTags: lucas
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