For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.
I once took a poo in the woods while hunched over like an animal. It was AWESOME.
Every corner and room of a house will carry memories, make these the most pleasurable times you shared with your family.
Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky." Excerpt from Grace Willow's Last Minute Bride
Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
The love that I believe in is something that goes beyond the physical aspects of this world. The love that I believe is one that extends its energy and power through the beautiful souls that I encount...
Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.
You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't beThe familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skinYour head's under water when you learned to swimOn a road to hell, congratulations, you're fr...