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[Dec. 21st, 2009|12:25 am] |
I just want someone to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 20th, 2009|09:00 pm] |
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love me til my heart stops. love me til i'm dead. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 20th, 2009|08:19 pm] |
"My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return."
- Maya Angelou, is an American autobiographer and poet. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 20th, 2009|05:57 pm] |
I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
painting faces, building places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody... |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 20th, 2009|01:38 pm] |
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"...and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 20th, 2009|08:50 am] |
We are all so powerful. You and I and everyone. Our words and our thoughts which cause our actions generate so much power in the cosmos. Really not only the big choices, but even the little ones matter—because through all of our choices we set so much in motion. What great waves we generate via our beliefs! Then how important it is that we care about the direction of our lives.
--Paula D’Arcy, Song for Sarah |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 20th, 2009|01:16 am] |
| [ | i feel like |
| |  gloomy | ] |
a little voice inside my head
saying don't look back
you can never look back |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|08:05 pm] |
So wake up, and if the holidays don't hollow out your eyes
Then press yourself against whatever
You find to be beautiful and trembling with life |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|05:36 pm] |
the smell of hospitals in winter
and the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, no pearls |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|02:53 pm] |
Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring strews them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievances.
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On every twig and rail and jutting spout,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of summer past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnswort grew;
Or heard, amid the verdure of my mind,
The bee’s long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
It’s own memorial,--purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine but late upturned,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God’s cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter’s task again.
--Henry David Thoreau, “Winter Memories” |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|01:46 pm] |
| [ | i feel like |
| |  enamoured | ] |
I could be sleeping; I could be dreaming. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|10:21 am] |
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"Sometimes I think war is God's way of teaching us geography." |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|09:26 am] |
I don't wanna wonder whether you love me
I don't wanna wonder whether you care
So don't try to woo me
Don't try to fool me
Oh, I know all of your tricks |
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| I think I'll go to Boston |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|10:53 am] |
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|02:59 am] |
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it could all be so simple. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|12:29 am] |
Can you stay up to see the dawn
in the colors of Bennetton? |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 18th, 2009|06:25 pm] |
my daddy would be so mad 'cause you make me sad
but i choose blue. i choose you. |
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| from TheDailyLove |
[Dec. 18th, 2009|04:35 pm] |
"Act on your inner guidance, and give up your need for 'proof' that your inner guidance is authentic. The more you ask for proof, the less likely you are to receive any."
- Caroline Myss, is an American medical intuitive, mystic and best-selling author |
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[Dec. 18th, 2009|08:27 am] |
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"Men wanted for hazardous journey. Low wages, bitter cold, long hours of complete darkness. Safe return doubtful. Honour and recognition in event of success." |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 18th, 2009|09:02 am] |
| [ | i'm listening to |
| | Godsmack - Whatever | ] |
My brain: it’s my second favorite organ.
--Woody Allen |
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