Gemma Godde:
Sometimes we need the salt of tears to remind us how to savor the sweetness of life.
Gemma Godde:
She woke up every morning with the option of being anyone she wished How beautiful it was that she always chose herself
Gemma Godde:
You call it madness, but I call it love.
Gemma Godde:
Miserable, Darling, As Usual. Perfectly Wretched.
Gemma Godde:
The best way out, is always through.
Gemma Godde:
Your memories hurt.
Gemma Godde:
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Gemma Godde:
What goes around comes around.