| A rose withers, a mountain crumbles, a tree dies, a river dries up, everything ceases eventually. Life stops but not because of you, rather for you. |
| Why is it things we love in live leave way too quickly and things we hate seem to never go away. |
| Just remember when jumping on something, it’s always a whole lot easier getting on than it is getting off of it. Some things are best left alone. |
The greatest waste of time is living through someone else’s eyes
So country your diploma reads “School of Taxidermy”
