whatever it was that i saw in the mirror, saw me
You already know my thought before I think it.
The speed of your love is greater even than that of light.
he refused to teach there, for the hearts at the ivy league were plagued with ambition
the volume had been baked well. The pages resembled and smelled like oven-fresh madeleine, their edges browned to sweet perfection.
He wrapped her hand around his biceps much like an armband. He drank his milk from the glass, which left a white moustache in the shape of a ditto.
