Snow-covered beach, he stopped.
February is Mother Nature’s way of giving us the finger. Amelia
If you stand with one foot in the past and the other foot in the future, Matt, all you do is piss on the present.
You’re emotionally constipated and it’s messed up your head and now you’re transferring your anger.
The wind doth blow today, my love, And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love; In cold grave she was lain. I’ll do as much for my true-love As any young man may; I’ll sit and mourn...
Door frame.