Teen Ink

I love your voice, your soft brown hair. I love your eyes and love your stare. I love your laugh, your cocky smirk, your stupid jokes. You precious jerk, you know I do. I want my hands...

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how...

It is in the small things we handle. When a child rides their first two-wheeler straight into a tree, and gets right back up. Eating your first bite of real food that actually went in your mouth....