Only the hopeless love God. Votes: 9
I just love historical fiction. Votes: 6
History is fiction. Votes: 1
Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever? Votes: 0
Every heart is made of stories. Votes: 0
Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you. Votes: 0
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine... Votes: 0
Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone. Votes: 0