Watching the smoke dance out of a cigarette is like watching a girl dance out of her dress. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Watching the smoke dance out of a cigarette is like watching a girl dance out of her dress. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness. – Terri Guillemets