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“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.” ~ Maya Angelou
"love is about all the changes you make and not three small words" ~ frank turner

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I hunt the words I’m seeking
My spear is my thesaurus
Where men of old led hunts
With dogs I have a google
They hunted days for food
I expect to starve this hunt

(via analyticalangel)


" I crave something I’ve never tasted. "
" Have you realised that, in
one way or another,
we’re always falling?
In love.
Asleep.
In place.
Out of love.

This is how you paint the walls
with every colour
that hasn’t existed yet.
Fill your fists with
the memory of the wind
slipping through
and listen.
Tell me,
what do you hear?

Have you ever wondered
why we fall as if we are
destined for it?
Maybe some things just can’t
be experienced unless
we give in to gravity.
Come out the other side with
grazed knees,
pink cheeks, and
pockets full of
dreams and heartbreaks. "
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" To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity. "
" I always gained something from making myself better,
better than I am, better than I was,
that most subtle citation:
to recover some lost petal
of the sadness I inherited:
to search once more for the light that sings
inside of me, the unwavering light. "
"

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

"
" Oh rascal children of Gaza. You who constantly disturbed me with your screams under my window. You who filled every morning with rush and chaos. You who broke my vase and stole the lonely flower on my balcony. Come back, and scream as you want and break all the vases. Steal all the flowers. Come back… Just come back… "
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" Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. "
" An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. "
" All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. "
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