"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sometimes I think You will be the last boy to love me
Sometimes I just think That this life is not a series of accidents
And there is a reason that you were in my life So shortly
I just want to talk to you
"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone." Harriet Beecher Stowe