Hope Is The Daughter Of A Blind Father

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes part of us

My crazy thoughts are driving me crazy like six feet under and I can't take it anymore

Her love is not the loud hammer that shatters rocks, but the gentle drop of water that melts the stone.

I think love and pain have a symbiotic kind of relationship. They are intertwined like twigs in a crown of thorns . You cannot have one without the other .

If I was not gay.... You could so be mine

whatever i'm feeling franz kafka already described a hundred years ago

When they ghost me so I decide to die.... "Whose the ghost now uh!??"