I do not feel remorse. Everybody makes mistakes in war
I do not feel remorse. Everybody makes mistakes in war.
Tag: Makes
If I don’t get at least one e-mail every ten minutes, I feel unloved. Even junk mail makes me feel seen. Sad, I know. Sigh
If I don’t get at least one e-mail every ten minutes, I feel unloved. Even junk mail makes me feel seen. Sad, I know. Sigh.
Having a chance to be someone other than yourself and to act out stuff that makes people look at you, like, wow, and that’s why I love acting so much
Having a chance to be someone other than yourself and to act out stuff that makes people look at you, like, wow, and that’s why I love acting so much.
I never doubted my ability, but when you hear all your life you’re inferior, it makes you wonder if the other guys have something you’ve never seen before. If they do, I’m still looking for it
I never doubted my ability, but when you hear all your life you’re inferior, it makes you wonder if the other guys have something you’ve never seen before. If they do, I’m still looking for it.
I never doubted my ability, but when you hear all your life you’re inferior, it makes you wonder if the other guys have something you’ve never seen before. If they do, I’m still looking for it
I never doubted my ability, but when you hear all your life you’re inferior, it makes you wonder if the other guys have something you’ve never seen before. If they do, I’m still looking for it.
Nobody makes me laugh like my wife
Nobody makes me laugh like my wife.
Every great work makes the human face more admirable and richer, and that is its whole secret
Every great work makes the human face more admirable and richer, and that is its whole secret
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.