We can’t help who we love. But we can help who we are. We can decide to become ourselves.
If heaven’s for clean people, it’s vacant.
“i know someday i might be looking around, trying to find some purpose. well purpose it can’t be that hard to find, as long as i’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map