Sometimes, its not the person you miss, its the feelings, moments and memories you had with them.
Killing an animal to make a coat is sin.
Sometimes you got to shut up, swallow your pride and accept that you're wrong. it's not called giving up , its called growing up .
I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.
Missing someone & not being able to see them is the worst feeling ever.
Be here now. Be someplace else later. Is that so complicated?
Sometimes, its not the person you miss, its the feelings, moments and memories you had with them.
Killing an animal to make a coat is sin.
Sometimes you got to shut up, swallow your pride and accept that you're wrong. it's not called giving up , its called growing up .
I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.
Missing someone & not being able to see them is the worst feeling ever.
Be here now. Be someplace else later. Is that so complicated?