Thinking you’re the worst person in the world is no different than thinking you’re the best. It’s giving yourself a place in the universe you haven’t earned.
I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
I can be the right notion in the meantime, warm you like the sunshine.
... Stand in the light.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map