Her Love Is Not The Loud Hammer That Shatters Rocks, But The Gentle Drop Of Water That Melts The Stone.

Smh😓

Why do we only rest in peace, why don't we live in peace too!??

I remember mostly how she makes me feel.

Her love is not fiery passion of bush in flames, but a calm fire kindle from beneath and brought out in soft whispers.

I'll tell everybody I'm fine , cos wtf you gonna do if I'm not

I think love and pain have a symbiotic kind of relationship. They are intertwined like twigs in a crown of thorns . You cannot have one without the other .

Hope is the daughter of a blind father