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No matter your spiritual beliefs, if you hold any, the answer is the same: sometimes, why is not knowable. If you open the refrigerator door and a tub of Kozy Shack tapioca pudding tumbles out and splats open onto the floor, you clean it. You don’t stand there and question why it happened, how it was possible. Why doesn’t matter now.
- Augusten Burroughs |
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"I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young people to die in."
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With love you don’t bargain. There, the choice is not yours. Love is a mirror, it reflects only your essence, if you have the courage to look in its face. ~ Rumi |
Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind, than in the one where they sprung up.
Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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"I noticed everything. I just acted as I didn't" -Unknown- |
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Said me to no one...
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"There is some comfort in the emptiness of the sea, no past, no future." Last Samurai |
“If
"If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be in suspense For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee Things would seem fair,-- Yet they'd all despair, For if here was there We wouldn't be we.” ― E.E. Cummings |
“Raise your words, not your voice.
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” ― Rumi |
The pain is what will dwell within
kinda like when the drugs cry please let me in. \Your inner soul says let me go The drugs reply you have no control. \The control you think,you thought you had Face it baby you've got it bad. \You've been in here for many months So do it now for who can you trust. \The drugs you took,the lines,the needles, believe me now you will not need them. \For he is your power,love,and soul For you are the one with all the control. |
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To be a woman who loves hip hop at times is to be in love with your abuser. Because the music was and is that. And yet the culture is ours.—Ava Duvernay
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