I'm breathing out of my mouth and thinking things I have only seen on Netflix in the foreign-movie section.
I see now that true love isn’t fickle; it's what we put into it. If we work hard at loving someone, then no one can corrupt the love we have.
The world sits quiet, as if sighing and taking a long inhale after what seemed like forever with mankind and the noise pollution.
I think there's two kinds of love. One kind of love burns so hot that it burns out before you get a chance to enjoy it. The other love is one that lifts you and makes you better than you were before.
Your negative actions will always speak over top of your kind words and only fools listen where the wise watch.
The dark is a quiet place. Reflection and contemplation are the only things to do in it. Well that, and imagine the worst things possible. I don’t have to reflect or contemplate or any of those things. I know what the worst things possible are. I know about the things that hide in the dark. Insanity is the least of them.
Sometimes the scariest things in life aren’t the Vampires and the Werewolves, sometimes there are things even God doesn’t want to know about. Which is why he created the Devil's Roses.
I'm going to be pissed if I walk all the way to the camp and end up getting shot.
Vikings don't have faults, they have clubs.
I hear Canada is still free though. They ain't got slaver camps and ships.
Those smutty books sell because women wish their husbands had half the balls the men in those books do.
