I've currently been cooking often. Mostly breakfast, but not for breakfast.
And strangely enough, I spend most of my money on groceries.

I've been longing for the cold weather..when I realize I dont have any warm clothes. Study date with Luce today. Grocery shopping with the Ngo's/Nguyen's. Then, I made breakfast for their family. Pancakes, Bacon, Eggs, and Potatoes. Except no syrup because Lucy thinks three dollars is too much for some Aunt Jemimah. Crying because of a beautiful boy. Pwned Lucy's cousin Raini in basketball after finishing Chemistry homework. I need to catch up on sleep.

Ps.I'm such a dirty basketball player, sorry for all of the fouling Raini.

"To love someone you have to be able to hate them."

People fall in love with you everyday.

No. It is not ok.

"I want you to spread me wide and lay me open on the table. I want you to turn every page, tear them out one by one, put them in your mouth and dream what’s written there, or else light me on fire."

" One day, I'm just going to hug someone and say 'can you just wait awhile? I feel like complete shit. ' "

"What is REAL?"

asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ”When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.

—The Velveteen Rabbit

"Will you cover me please, every inch of me with every inch of you?"