◘ caffeine & adrenaline junkie
◘ Forgiven & Saved
♥ Litt. Philo. Bio. Lomo.
Kapag matagal-tagal ka na ring naging bola sa pingpong, di mo maiiwasang makasanayan ang pagpapadito at doon.
We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straightly looked after! We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Life has to end, love doesn’t.
You know the truth, and the truth is this: some Negroes lie, some Negroes are immoral, some Negro men are not to be trusted around women—black or white. But this is the truth that applies to human race and to no particular race of men. There is not a person in this courtroom who has never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing and there’s no man living who who has never looked upon a woman without desire.