A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.
I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.