“ Photographs shape the past in our own image. ”
Between the lines of every book the writer reveals their own secrets.
~ Chloe Thurlow
Time neither flies nor sleeps. It is flexible, plastic, ever changing. Spend two hours watching a movie curled up with your lover and time ceases to exist. Spend two hours waiting for your lover to come and time is the iron bars of a prison
When you lose yourself in a book the hours grow wings and fly.
Beautiful girls are not a decoration, arm candy, an object. They are, whether they know it or not, the very essence of our humanity.
