It could be as hard to call an end of a hope such as much would be hard to call its beginning...
We do inhabit hopes... the much and better we could do is to decorate them
It could be as hard to call an end of a hope such as much would be hard to call its beginning...
We do inhabit hopes... the much and better we could do is to decorate them
don't make me cry.
I can't stand poetry in these delicate moments; every sentence I read reminds me of the hairs on Jack's testicles.
Please be restrained because I'm feeling hurt.