07 2 / 2012
Sometimes the world isn’t just black and white. Sometimes it’s grey. Sometimes you can’t hold on to the bar with just your left or right hand. Sometimes you need to hold on with both hands. Wouldn’t be nice if a third hand came around to haul you on to the bank?
07 2 / 2012
There isn’t much to be said for true love, for the ones, we’ve lost, the ones we will lose and the ones that we let slip through our fingers because there is nothing else to do but move on, in the hope that we can save them from the pain.
07 2 / 2012
He did not fear death. It was the one thing he did not have a plan for.
(Source: bmwwarchive.blogspot.com.au)
