where oh where, in what cemetery of the heavens do the tender words of lovers rest when they love no more? (Searching for author)
After your death you will be what you were before your birth.
Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.
An affected health has come in contact with worry
Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.
art is risk made visible
Be a leader with a ladder, not a boss with an order.
Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.
My very best friend died in a car accident when I was 16 years old. That was the hardest blow emotionally that I have ever had to endure. Suddenly, you realize tomorrow might not come. Now I live by t...
I don't have a lot of patience for stories in which women are rescued by men.
There is no fortitude like patience, just as there is no destructive emotion worse than hatred.