I remember when I lost my mind, there was something so pleasant about that place • My heroes had the heart to put their lives out on a limb • And all I remember is thinking I wanna be like them
I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut-up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.
But he, that dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose. – Anne Bronte
In the dark times – Will there also be singing? Yes – there will also be singing about the dark times
I am out with lanterns looking for myself
