The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. (more…)
It is the highest form of self-respect to admit our errors and mistakes and make amends for them. To make a mistake is only an error in judgement, but to adhere to it when it is discovered shows infirmity of character. (more…)
I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you. (more…)
“Won’t ever give up ’cause you’re still somewhere out there…Together we’ll make it and reach for the stars” (more…)
Falling in love is the best way to kill your heart because then it’s not yours anymore. It’s laid in a coffin, waiting to be cremated.
Люблю тебя, люблю. Ты мое все. Мое все. Хочу тебя, хочу.
Пока ты мне нужен…. И кажется больше нет…