Happiness is not a destination. It is a mood, it is not permanent. It comes and goes and if people thought that way then maybe people would find happiness more often.
I know you won’t admit this, I am just a silhouette to you. You found comfort with my distance, but you never let me stray out of your view.
I whispered in her ear, fear me dear for I am death.
Salt Lake City Punk.
And so there I was. I was gonna go to Harvard. It was obvious. I was gonna be a lawyer and play in the God-damned system, and that was that. I was my old man. He knew, so what else could I do? I mean, there’s no future in anarchy; I mean let’s face it. But when I was into it, there was never a thought of the future. I mean we were certain the world was gonna end, but when it...
I rest my case on this: In a country of lost souls rebellion comes hard. But in a religiously oppressive city, where half it’s population isn’t even of that religion, it comes like fire.
one day alice came to a fork in the road and saw a cheshire cat in a tree. ’which road do i take?’ she asked. ’where do you want to go?’ was his response. ’i don’t know’, alice answered. ’then’, said the cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.’