“Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.”
Trust is set on precedent—why should it be I who bleeds?
Life was taking way too long…who had breath to waste?
Everything is never quite enough.
You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am; too busy looking, to find you. And I keep wishing on a star, but for what I’m not sure…
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map