Love in Paris.

“For in Paris, whenever God puts a pretty woman there (the streets), the Devil, in reply, immediately puts a fool to keep her.” 

― Jules Barbey d'Aurevilly, Les Diaboliques

Falling Stars.

"Life doesn't give us a lot of options.
we take the days at it come. the good with the bad.
the happy and the sad.
but then we find ourselves lingering in the moments of the past,
it may bring a tear, a simple smile or a period of thought.
the past needs to repeat itself to make us realize why we are here in the present and to remind of us what to do in the future.
catch a memory. save it in your heart. seal it with emotions. and open it with joy every single time."

Insta-what?

Picture perfect insta-graham crackers. Nom nom!

Beginning of the End?

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end, there are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth...not going all the way, and not starting. She's wondering where to go..”

Strumming my Pain with his Fingers.

“My guitar is not a thing. It is an extension of myself. It is who I am. It is nothing but a manifestation of perfection already from the strings which the mind drives through my fingers... It's beautiful."

Play.

"We all wish life came with a remote so we could pause, rewind and stop whenever.
But it didn't.

So why don't we just forget the remote and play?"

Speak out.

“Since we all came from women, got our name from women, and our game from women. I wonder why we take from women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think its time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, cause if we dont we'll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies. And since a man can't make one he has no right to tell a women when and where to create one”

Cotton Wool.

"A cloud is made of billows upon billows upon billows that look like clouds. As you come closer to a cloud you don't get something smooth, but irregularities at a smaller scale."

Serenity.

 "My life is like a stroll on the beach... as near to the edge as I can go.”

~Thoreau.