Time, how fleeting it is. We spend it. We treasure it. We waste it. And we kill it. And someday it might… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
This cigarette will only kill me someday, coz these beauties don't have the power to mess with my soul.. ðððð — Sachin Sajwan Copy Share Image
“I felt certain something was going to kill me, and of course I was right: Something is going to kill you, someday,… — John Green Copy Share Image
