Maxioms by Orson Welles
It's weird...you know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold on, just for one more read more
It's weird...you know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold on, just for one more second...just so it can hurt a little more.
The enemy of art is the absence of limitations.
The enemy of art is the absence of limitations.
My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four unless there are three other people.
My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four unless there are three other people.
