“Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.”
~Niels Bohr
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart
I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth, and I am...
I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream
Believe nothing no matter where you read it, or who said it, no m...
We are here to heal, not harm. We are here to love, not hate. We ...