I’ve got plenty of it, and I don’t care for the stuff.
Your problem is in thinking the sky’s the limit. Why set limits?
Kindness wields a sword of light against the darkness.
A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper.
Compliments land assoft and gentle on my earsas a butterfly.
Kisses are a means to plant on another’s lips a smile glossed with happiness.
God will win every contest in life, so stop trying to beat Him at his own game.
I am, for the most part, who I am because my good mother was who she was.
Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss.