Saturday, November 10, 2012

If he's not Superman, he must be a mama's boy.



When the night sky brightens up once more, the moonlight is too fierce.
I am forced to close my eyes.





Don't forget to breathe. You're some kind of angel; I'll never be able to let you go.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Vanity is a sin, but not all of us are angels.

Do what you want, but don't complain about the results. You deserve it.

I can do what I want, but I can't complain about my results. I deserve what I get.