If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
What if you woke up today with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?
The savage hatred I feel for crowds is the natural enemy of imagination.
Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself. Before you can move their tears, your own must flow. To convince them, you must yourself believe.
I'm the girl you'll never be.
Men Never Remember, But Women Never Forget.
If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
What if you woke up today with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?
The savage hatred I feel for crowds is the natural enemy of imagination.
Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself. Before you can move their tears, your own must flow. To convince them, you must yourself believe.
I'm the girl you'll never be.
Men Never Remember, But Women Never Forget.