tangerine_rose:
rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness - give me truth
tangerine_rose:
...people call these things imperfections, but they're not...that's the good stuff...
tangerine_rose:
blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even out of their blunders
tangerine_rose:
people need people
tangerine_rose:
she's gone. she gave me a pen. I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen
tangerine_rose:
the fights you fight today are the fights you fight until you die
tangerine_rose:
strange things happen all the time
tangerine_rose:
we're not fuck-ups
tangerine_rose:
on n'a qu'une seule vie