I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to god I could meet somebody I could respect.
The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.
If you
Workers of the world, unite! The history of all hitherto existing societies is the history of class struggles. The bourgeoisie
Read MoreSuccess is not determined by how many times you fall, but by how many times you get back up. Never
Read MoreFireworks are the sparks of joy in the night sky. As the fireworks explode, so does my excitement. Fireworks are
Read MoreCash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar dollar bill, y’all – Wu-Tang Clan Protect ya neck, ’cause
Read MoreI always give 100% at work: 13% Monday, 22% Tuesday, 26% Wednesday, 35% Thursday and 4% on Friday. I may
Read MoreLet your soul be as bright and vibrant as a sunflower. Spread love and positivity like a field of sunflowers.
Read MoreYou’re the puzzle piece that completes me, Valentine. Roses are red, violets are blue, my love for you is forever
Read MoreJustice is not served until crime rates are reduced. The law is a shield for the innocent and a sword
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