Don't worry about things you cannot control, for if we try to worry about everything we go insane. To keep our sanity, we must focus only on what's infront of us and try our hardest to make the best of it. |
It is a wonderious thing, love. Flows effortlessly in and out of peoples lives, with no concern for the havoc it brings, but knows that no matter what happens there is always a chance for it to come again. |
It is sad that it takes the death of something so pure as love at the hands of lust to teach a romantic a lesson he already knew, but didn't understand. |
We laugh at that which is unacceptable to us. Be it religious men talking about sins, or guys pretending to be gay. |
In essence, all heros are born through evil and every villain breathes life and brings into light the hero that defeats him. How close those who are considered good really are to evil is of no importance, as long as no one thinks about it. |
The Journal of a Heart: |
Beauty to the eyes, the tongue, the ears, the touch or scent, to the mind is subjective. But to the soul, beauty is absolute, and cannot be dulled by action or opinion. Cannot be swayed into doubt, and cannot faulter under stress. |
I don't hate you all, just you, you, you, ummm.....you, you, you, you and you. And don't forget you. *points to everyone* |
Skipping along the last frail rocks, |
As though I could turn the other cheek, as you mouth the words you aren't ready to speak. Your afraid of me, odd, that we didn't have a clue, that I'd become so much stronger then you. |