Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
November 25, 2023 at 8:16 AM
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Infinite happiness is a lie. But you can design your life in such a way that you can create many happy moments
October 27, 2023 at 8:26 AM
Infinite happiness is a lie. But you can design your life in such a way that you can create many happy moments