War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
The eyes are the mirror of the soul.
Some questions have no answers. Some questions stay questions, because that's all they need to be.
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.
Focus on what you love, what brings you joy, and allow that to expand.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
The eyes are the mirror of the soul.
Some questions have no answers. Some questions stay questions, because that's all they need to be.
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.
Focus on what you love, what brings you joy, and allow that to expand.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.