I Don't Fiddle Or Edit Or Change

Why Is It You Think You'll Live Forever And Why Do You Want To, I'd Like To Know, When You Deny Yourselves So Many Of The Basic Pleasures In Life?

Pretending The Past Doesn't Exist Is As Bad As Living In It.

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.

Laurel: I Don't Need A Ring Or A License, Or A Spetacular White Dress. It's Not Marriage So Much, Or At All Really, That Matters. It's The Promise. It's The Knowing Someone Wants Me To Be Part Of His Life. Someone Loves Me, That I'm The One For Him. That's Not Just Enough, It's Everything.

I Wouldn't Waste A Day, Not An Hour, Not A Moment. Take What You Want And Damn Caution. Live, Enjoy. Feed Ravenously. Or The Biggest Regret You'll Have At The End Of Your Life Is Wasted Time.