I over think.
And when I over think.
I think of stupid things.
But it’s only because
I care. Too much.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist.
Give me something I can’t lose.
You know you’re in love .
when you take along time starring at someone’s photo and you never feel bored . Maybe you love it more and more everytime you stare at it . and everytime you stare at their photos you’ll find a new beautiful thing about them .
and you still dont know if they are beautiful ? or its just because you love them!!