Of course, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.
Success is not about seeking instant results; it's about staying committed and patient during the journey.
The fire that warms us can also consume us; it is not the fault of the fire. The fault lies in us, in our want of control.
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, Ill rise.
I just draw what I think is funny, and I hope other people think it is funny.
We are not the stories we tell, but the spaces between them.
Of course, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.
Success is not about seeking instant results; it's about staying committed and patient during the journey.
The fire that warms us can also consume us; it is not the fault of the fire. The fault lies in us, in our want of control.
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, Ill rise.
I just draw what I think is funny, and I hope other people think it is funny.
We are not the stories we tell, but the spaces between them.