After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Gene Wilder, Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My Search for Love & Art(via imaginarybands)
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7 months ago on October 04, 2011 at 04:39pm
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