POEM OF THE EYES OF THE BELOVED O my beloved What eyes are yours They are night docks Full of goodbye They are gentle docks Trailing lights That shine far away Far in the pitch black...
Lies generally derive from unjustified fear.
Jewish Texts
Crying does not mean being weak, crying means purity of soul
alexandra
There is no safer way to escape the world than art, and there is no safer way to join it than art.
Johann Goethe
Politics and prostitution are the only jobs that do not require prior experience.
Ediel
Sue me! -Process adults, not children!
Nay Jinknss