Creed looks like Santa barfed Christmas presents in his lap (excited and disturbed all at the same time, natch).
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
Hope is a waking dream.
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
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.
Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.
Joy cannot be pursued. It comes from within. It is a state of being. It does not depend on circumstances, but triumphs over circumstances. It produces a gentleness of spirit and a magnetic personality...
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
Everyone checks out my mom. My mom's hot.
Some men give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal While others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before.