You proof that in this world there’s too much breeding and not enough reading.
Why is it, people who create the most storms in their own life always get mad when it begins to rain
Bobby is so slick he could talk a stray dog into wanting some fleas
Last night you slept under a blanket of freedom stitched together by death service and lives of our soldiers
Those in my life who don’t understand what I am saying with my silence seem to be the same ones that never understand my words