There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living "for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is same. Only love.
My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story.
People say I make strange choices, but they’re not strange for me. My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior, by what’s underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.
Just keep moving forward and don't give a shit about what anybody thinks. Do what you have to do, for you.