Nothing has sense

I think that the sense of life is life by it self. Everything is destroyed and reborned thousand times. Love is a fake, friendship passes away, every day is a continuos fight for get things that actually you don't need. And so be it.

missavagardner:

Audrey Kathleen Ruston aka Audrey Hepburn | 4 May 1929 – 20 January 1993

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows. And the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.


(via brigittebardots)