I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.
I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.
One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.
You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.
A mind is like a puzzle; you must unlock it to read its hidden secrets.
Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.
Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.
One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.
White for light. White for love. White for forever.
Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death
But there's always a first time for everything
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories