Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
I could say life is just a bowl of jello
and appear more intelligent and smart
but I'm stuck like a dope with this thing called hope--and I can't get it out of my heart...
...not this heart.
There’s bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet, no matter where you live.
There’ll always be a few things …you’re going to find really difficult to forgive.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map