And, Sassenach, he whispered, your face is my heart.
This earth is His, to Him belong those vast and boundless skies;Both seas within Him rest, and yet in that small pool He lies.
Tweet others the way you want to want to be tweeted.
It is childish to eat primarily or only to please your tongue.
S.T.O.P. = Start To Open Possibilities
The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.
Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die
The creative adult is the child who survived after the world tried killing them, making them grown up. The creative adult is the child who survived the blandness of schooling, the unhelpful words of b...
I would never do a commercial for something that is embarrassing, and I think that people maybe have a different perspective on what is embarrassing or not. Some people think doing a Revlon hair comme...
When you're as hot as you are, no amount of ice will do.
A kiss a day keeps your wife's wrath away.