Quotes added on Thursday, January 22 2015
If you leave, please stay gone
Loser.
now everytime you laugh, it seems to make me
cry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yioQ6jgszKk by
Doctor Brixx
42Pop Punk Mashup
42Pop Punk Mashup
It literally tears me apart to sit and see Wittians leave one by
one.
We as humans expect perfect. we think that their prince is going to have shining armour and an expensive pure bred horse. the thing is that not everyone is going to have this, not everyone is going have the best of the world. so, look out because your knight in shining armour could be riding a donkey, but you won't mind because you'll be too in love to notice.
— Another thought I HAD
I Loved You Yesterday I Love You Still I Always Have... And I
Always Will
If You Love Somebody And Want To Be With Them, Then Go Get Them!
Deal With The Mess Later. We Don't Know What Tomorrow Will Bring.
Go
ahead.
Tell me you're having a bad day.
Tell me about the traffic, tell me about your boss. Tell me about the job you've been trying to quit for the past four years, tell me that the morning is a townhouse burning to the ground, tell me that the snooze button is a fire extinguisher, tell me that the alarm clock stole the keys to your smile,
tell me,
tell me,
tell me, how blessed we are to have tragedies that are so small, they can fit on the tips of our tongues.
You see, when Evan lost his legs, he was speechless.
When my cousin was assaulted, she didn't speak for fourty eight hours.
When my uncle was murdered, we had to send out a search party to find my father's voice.
Most people have no idea that tragedy and silence have the exact same address.
("Complainers" Rudy Francisco)
Tell me you're having a bad day.
Tell me about the traffic, tell me about your boss. Tell me about the job you've been trying to quit for the past four years, tell me that the morning is a townhouse burning to the ground, tell me that the snooze button is a fire extinguisher, tell me that the alarm clock stole the keys to your smile,
tell me,
tell me,
tell me, how blessed we are to have tragedies that are so small, they can fit on the tips of our tongues.
You see, when Evan lost his legs, he was speechless.
When my cousin was assaulted, she didn't speak for fourty eight hours.
When my uncle was murdered, we had to send out a search party to find my father's voice.
Most people have no idea that tragedy and silence have the exact same address.
("Complainers" Rudy Francisco)
