all there is is a slow road to freedom
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.– Margaret Atwood
FUCK MY LIFE WHY DID I TAKE A FUCKING PHYSICS CLASS??!?
when god decided to invent everything he took one breath bigger than a circustent and everything began when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because
there are two days in every week about which we...
two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension. one of these days is yesterday. with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. all the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. we cannot undo a single act we performed. we cannot erase a single word we said. yesterday is gone. the other day...