Your hands, do many things. they write, create, touch, caress, move, make, hold, save and help, But I implore you,not to let another man's blood stain your hands. And unleash the wretched in you.
The killing of one human is equivalent to killing all human
The blossom landed softly and spread its smile unevenly - even wickedly - before over-reaching herself and fading into an inappropriate pink only then to be reinforced by a cherry drop and another, eventually pooling and forming a flower of its own in full bloom
Watching a ****** thriller and got distracted by the graphics.
my life is stretching before me an empty canvas waiting to be painted but how can you draw a million smiles how can you capture a thousand adventures how do you tint a hundred sunsets or dye a couple heartbreaks? all i want on my canvas of life is to have my heart stained with the colours of you.
life has just begun, and we could all use a little light in these dark times
Bloodstained skin Isn't the answer For a heart broken in two
One of my friends is thinking of leaving - for good. I don't know what to do. I really care for them but they think life isn't worth it anymore. I need help.
