“The Million Ways To Fail – Tuesday, June 30, 2015 Here’s how you fail: You fail with your heart on your sleeve. You fail like you mean it with every part of you. You fail attempting the impossible and the… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share Image
“The Million Ways To Fail – Tuesday, June 30, 2015 Here’s how you fail: You fail with your heart on your sleeve. You fail… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“The Taking Of Turns Monday, June 14, 2010 You are in some songs that still get played on the radio when the DJ is… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“When it rains, the river will try and and take you away from me. Which is why, when it rains, we must hold onto… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I’d rather not hear like “I’m tired” or “I’m fine” or “We need… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“You drive too slowly down the streets where you once lived but you roll up your windows when you stop at the lights (just… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“It's not the things you don't want that drag you under. It's the things you think you want. Those, are the killers.” — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“You cannot kill me here. Bring your soldiers, your death, your disease, your collapsed economy because it doesn’t matter, I have nothing left to… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“If you are lucky, one day you'll get the chance to have your life defined by how much you loved and were loved by… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“The feeling you get when you think of something amazing and then forget it and know that it felt amazing but you cant remember… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“Yet you still value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted.… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“It doesn't hurt because if you keep hurting the same part of you again and again and again, the nerve endings all die. And… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
“You've got such beautiful words but none I can eat, none which block the rain, none which bandage my wounds, none which build a… — Iain S. Thomas Copy Share
