Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?' 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.' 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.

I'm somebody who considers happiness a journey, not a destination.

That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.

Not gay, just never met the right woman.

To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel.