When you let somebody else calculate your existence you will always be one decimal place away from being a whole number. — Sylvia Fox Copy Share Image
I am like smoke in the wind. I would make you high if you could catch me long enough to breath me in. — Sylvia Fox Copy Share Image
Our relationships are like sandcastles upon a shore. We know that a wave will eventually come and destroy it. Yet... we keep rebuilding them. Are we hoping to one day succeed or are we addicted to failure? Is searching for love just another futile attempt to fill our time until the day we die? No... I am not crying. I… — Sylvia Fox Copy Share
When you let somebody else calculate your existence you will always be one decimal place away from being a whole number. — Sylvia Fox Copy Share Image
