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DNF
This is practically child rape
So gross

Much of the legend is true , yet the details have all likely gone to meat and mushrooms. Similar taste but different substance.

“God, I don’t know how you do it “ . There was no irony in her tone and Adele was struck by how often women undervalued their own efforts while being endlessly impressed by those of their peers.

Regardless of how many people I surrounded myself with , no matter how many friends and family i loved and was loved by in return, I was alone at the moment of being born and at the moment of dying. Nobody came with you and no body went with you . It was a journey of one.

And most of my friend hadn’t had a daddy like mine , who said things like , Dont confuse Intensity of emotion Ruth quality of emotion.

The most confused we ever get is when we’re trying to convince our heads something our heart knows is a lie.

Our perception is not limited , Sidhe-seer. It is so vast it defies your paltry language, as does my name. It is because we comprehend so much that we must distill things to their essential natures.

Kahlil Gibran says your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

I was being paid to give people wonderful stories to escape into, full of mystery, mayhem, and romance. Instead of splashing anesthetizing alcohol into glasses, I was pouring fictional tonics to alleviate the stress, hardship, and drudgery of their lives.

Every time i think I’m getting smarter I realize that I’ve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don’t know, and don’t know they don’t know; those who don’t know and do know they don’t know ; and those who know and know how much they still don’t know.

The story Mistress Howella liked to impress on the young was that sometimes important people come into your life and you need to pay attention. For if you don’t , they will leave without warning , a huge hole left in their place. And the hole cannot be filled with another. And since they’re not there, you will live a half life, always wondering what could have been.

It’s like trying to hide in a tree when the cold has plucked the leaves from
It’s branches.

Her skirt and blouse were silver this time, with eyes and lips painted to match. Like a tear drop the moon had cried.

She imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness, frightening and consuming yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.

It would have been a mistake to kiss him, yet she felt ... disappointed. It came in cool shades of forget-me-not blue, which wrapped around her like an evening fog.

Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brace enough to fight for what they desire more than anything .

The future knows the things we desire, unless there is something greater in our path that chases us away.

I wonder about that some times , the proliferation of noisy clicks in the world , each relentlessly marking out our lack of time. We should be terrified if them , and yet that repetitive tick somehow soothes the soul.

...but words really don’t carry any weight. Momentary sounds on air have no solidity. Written words , slightly more perhaps , but even then , people don’t ever really trust each other enough to not have doubts. No one ever truly thinks the best of any one else

What had sounded so decadent when I had planned it felt pathetic living it out.