The past is only the future with the lights on.
Fortune favours the brave…
She lives the poetry she cannot write. – Oscar Wilde
Lypophrenia (n.) a vague feeling of sorrow or sadness seemingly without any apparent cause or source.
I know those days you have sometimes. You feel like you’re nothing, you belong to nobody. You pretend that you … More
I went for a cigarette at 3:20 am this morning and was the only person on campus. I felt like … More