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I don't have a favorite season I have the favorite feeling

THIS. THUS IS ME. RIGHT NOW. I WANT TO BREAK DOWN AND CRY MY HEART OUT. I DONT KNOW WHY... AND THE WORST PART,... I CANT.

Sometimes you just need a good cry. Even if you don't know the reason why you're crying. Cry if it helps you start over. Cry to free your bottled up emotions

Or like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

TRANSFORM for a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. the shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. to someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction // cynthia occelli

The Rabbit Hole ~ Alice in Wonderland: About Alice.

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The little girls just could not sleep because her thoughts were way too deep her mind had gone out for a stroll and fallen down the rabbit hole The End (Me every night)

Lost

This is so me, I love to read & get lost in my books. no matter what my future significant other is doing, watching sports, playing video games or whatever men do to relax. I'll sit there quietly reading while he holds my heart.

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read. Oh my god that was written so beautifully. I’m literally speechless

(Beauty) she was beautiful because she refused to taste sadness even when that was the only thing she had left to eat

love is pain and sacrifice, it's seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship

"love is different. love is choosing to serve someone in spite of their filthy heart. love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. love is hard. love is pain and sacrifice, it's seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.

I know someone that can do that and another one of my friends has stated things that are similar to my thoughts.  How can two people be so like me???? One is like me the other knows me. Strange

I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things I do.But nice things. not annoying habits, lol.

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. — "Welcome To Society." October 26th.

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. — "Welcome To Society.Don't be the written word re this reference ~ ~ Reminiscent of the lyrics from "Welcome To The Hotel California" 'The Eagles'

Awake

"A kind of light spread out from her ." -John Steinbeck, East of Eden. Favorite Book EVER

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