purple does something strange to me
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.
all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.
I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.
Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.
not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.