People are like books, they have a story to tell, all they have to do is blow away the dust. |
My friends are the type of friends who drink Coke and obey the Don't Drink Don't Drive rule. |
My friends are the type of friends who love to dance in acid rain. |
We believe in the unreal for two reasons, One to escape and heal, the other...so we don't have to face reality. |
Once I friend told me "You have to let her go. She's like a butterfly, and if she really loves you she'll come back." Well...I've let you go now where are you? |
It seems everyday that passes that we don't speak, is another memory that gets thrown away... soon...I will even forget your name. |
Money is not the most important thing in the world. Love is. Fortunately, I love money. |
A kitten is chiefly remarkable for rushing about like mad at nothing whatever, and generally stopping before it gets there. |
Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before it takes something from him. - Louis L'Amour |
We are bemused and crazed creatures, strangers to our true selves, to one another, and to the spiritual and material world -- mad, even, from an ideal standpoint we can glimpse but not adopt. - R. D. Laing |