“Platonic friendship: the interval between the introduction and the first kiss.”
Things don’t get solved for nothing and things don’t get better from sitting around.
Nothing's going to get better until you pick up and start.
All words mean less, the more you hear—nothing goes away with more time.
The first star I see, may not be a star.
And the time, such clumsy time, deciding if it’s time..
You can lose yourself in your courage.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map