It's nobler to never get paid than to bank on shit and dismay.
It's funny how often my best laid plans often go astray.
I sit here and think about how no one ever really knows how much time he or she has left until his or her final day.
And now I'm thinking:
Do we set aside our dreams for more stable days, or do we raise our finger to the "adult" way and live the lives we want?
I sit here and think about how no one ever really knows how much time he or she has left until his or her final day.
And now I'm thinking:
Do we set aside our dreams for more stable days, or do we raise our finger to the "adult" way and live the lives we want?