The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.
Art never comes from happiness.
If we can forgive whatโs been done to us... If we can forgive what weโve done to others... If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.
Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.
Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.
The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.