It’s a nice feeling, Knowing, Someone lived easier Because I was alive.




(No Ratings Yet)your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky




(No Ratings Yet)The baby’s beauty lies on its’ pure-hearted.




(No Ratings Yet)Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it




(No Ratings Yet)A whore may be the most beautiful woman you’ve seen, my son, but she’s still a whore.




(No Ratings Yet)Beauty speaks to us in moments, and then we forget.




(No Ratings Yet)I could not see beauty until I held hands with chaos in silence.




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