there’s no combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard no song that i could sing but i can try for your heart our dreams and they are made out of real things like a shoebox of photographs with sepia tone loving love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart like why are we here and where do we go and how come we’re so hard it’s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving i’ll tell you one thing it’s always better when we’re together
it’s always better when we’re together we’ll look at them stars when we’re together
and all of these moments just might find there way into my dreams tonight but i know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings and brings new things but tomorrow night you see that they’ll be gone too too many things i have to do but if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene I’ll be under the impression i was somewhere in between with only two just me and you not so many things we got to do or places we got to be we’ll sit beneath the mango tree
it’s always better when we’re together we’re somewhere in between together
i believe in memories they look so so pretty when i sleep hey now, and when i wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me but there is not enough time and there is no song i could sing and there is no combination of words i could say but i will still tell you one thing we’re better together.
Twin girls, Brielle and Kyrie, were born 12 weeks ahead of their due date. Needing intensive care, they were placed in separate incubators.
Kyrie began to gain weight and her health stabilized. But Brielle, born only 2 lbs, had trouble breathing, heart problems and other complications. She was not expected to live.
Their nurse did everything she could to make Brielle’s health better, but nothing she did was helping her. With nothing else to do, their nurse went against hospital policy and decided to place both babies in the same incubator.
She left the twin girls to sleep and when when she returned she found a sight she could not believe. She called all the nurses and doctors and this is what they saw (refer to the picture above).
As Brielle got closer to her sister, Kyrie put her small little arm around her, as if to hug and support her sister. From that moment on, Brielle’s breathing and heart rate stabilized and her health became normal.
From then on, they decided to keep both babies together, because when they were together they kept each other alive.
“And now is as good a time as any to say that she was beautiful. In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla, and on that thin-mooned night I could see little more than her silhouette except for when she smoked, when the burning cherry of the cigarette washed her face in pale red light. But even in the dark, I could see her eyes - fierce emeralds. She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor. And not just beautiful, but hot, too, with her breasts straining against her tight tank top, her curved legs swinging back and forth beneath the swing, flip-flops dangling from her electric-blue-painted toes. It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls’ bodies ease from one place to another, from arc to the foot to ankle to calf, from calf to hip to wait to breast to neck to ski-slope nose to forehead to shoulder to the concave arch of the back to the butt to the etc. I’d noticed curves before, of course, but I had never quite apprehended their significance.”—"Looking for Alaska" by John Green
GOOD NEWS! My boyfriend and his friend are fighting. Why is this good news? Because that means our plans for prom are canceled. Now we have to find another group to hang out with or just go by ourselves. This rocks. I have a back-up group that I woul rather go with, but I also want to go by ourselves. DECISIONS DECISIONS!