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An intimate moment captured on film as I happened to pass by. Perhaps its fitting that the light streaming through the window reflects the aura of deep love still lingering in their hearts. Enough said, I don’t want the words to distract from the beauty of the moment.

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Happy 66 th birthday to the reigning queen of rock n roll, miss Stevie Nicks! ♥ 66 years of fabulousness! ♥ #Birthday #Love. Rock on gold dust woman! ♥ thank you for making twirling around alone a thing! ♥

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Awesome!

1: A song that makes you feel happy 2: A song that makes you feel sad 3: A song that makes you feel badass 4: A song that makes you feel angry 5: A song that makes you feel in love 6: A song that makes you feel heart broken 7: A song that makes you jump in excitement 8: A song that makes you think about life 9: A song that makes you cry 10: A song you find boring 11: A song you listened to too many times and got sick of it 12: A song you love 13: A song you hate 14: A song that makes you dance 15: A song that makes you sing 16: A song that gets stuck in your head 17: Your favorite song 18: The last song you listened to 19: The song you’re listening to now 20: The first five songs on your ipod 21: The first five songs on your ipod on shuffle 22: A song from your childhood 23: The song you want to die listening to 24: The song you last sang 25: A song that brings up good memories 26: A song that brings up bad memories 27: A song that you can fall asleep to 28: A song that makes you scream when you hear it 29: A song that makes you feel pumped up 30: A song you wish everyone would listen to 31: A song you haven’t heard in a long time 32: A song you can always back to and listen to and fall in love with it all over again 33: A song with a story behind it 34: A song that’s starting to grow on you 35: A song you’re starting to get sick of 36: The song you’ve listened to the most

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Love the Breakfast Club

Eat… My… Shorts.

More quotes from The Breakfast Club in our Pinterest board.

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Handwritten Letters, Violets and Love

I have a deep love for handwritten letters - the look of them as if time stood still, as if energy itself has been transferred from pen to paper. Loopy o's and e's, messy ink blotches and tear drop smudges. Paper smelling of cigarettes and Bourbon... all whispering tales of love lost and love gained. Tattered and torn Beautiful and old, Glancing into the past - Into what was in yester years... into what should be? What perhaps could be... Apologies, well wishes, prayers handwritten by friends, what more could you ask for?

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Go to concerts, buy albums, listen to the radio.

Stevie Nicks (via drowningintheseaoflove)

Amen, Stevie Nicks has spoken.

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Oh my goodness!

Stevie Nicks, c. 1976

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The true essence of everyone. Beautiful!

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Lady of the River

She walks through the darkness with her head held high and her thoughts floating around in her atmosphere. She walks searching for the future, she lives in the past and sees the future before her... Light shines from within her and reflects like a mirror, a shattered mirror. Light from within, she falls to the forest floor and listens to her calling. Her motions are animal like, serpent like and her wings bright gold in the pale moonlight... I watched her beauty unfold from afar. In the still of the night she releases herself from behind all those lies, breaking free... With her hands held high, she pulled out something from within her chest, and caught sight of me watching her. I pulled myself together and stared in horror at her coming toward me... She handed a jagged blade to me, it was old and rusted and she smiled a sweet smile, she said "Rivers flow within my soul". I called her the lady of the River

Love and Light,

Sister of the Moon

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The River

The place where you lay, The land where you cry Today, your last sleep ... Your last look at the River, your River as it calls to you. Where are your children? Where are your women? Have they gone forth for the promise of "freedom". Run now child, let the River take your soul, before disease and starvation take over. There will be nothing left for you, no bright Moonlight to guide you to your home within the green forest you know. Oh run now! The death march has begun, on your land the building has started, run and let the River mouth take you home, where you belong. Your ancestors were taken. Your women. Your children. Stand hand in hand, side by side the people of the world yet ... Of the spirit world. My River People, My Fire People. The tree knows you best, and the Mountains know you. The Whisper Wind wiser than you, yet humble, knowledge lies within nature. Nature is kind, Nature has no evil thoughts, let the River take you now Don't be bitter, for comfort lies within the River banks. You are now able to laugh, dance, grieve, teach, live ... You will know your Ancestors and your future children and those who dwell in the spirit world. You have known great pain, and great sorrow... Though you have known great happiness and great love. Do not be bitter, for you have been reborn, pure as the River.

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Moonlight (A Vampire's Dream) by Stevie Nicks for Matthew

Some call her strange lady from the mountains Now and others say.... she's not really real.... Like a candle burns bright, wants to burn faster~ well maybe then... at least she really feels.. Burning like a candle in the middle... She's lonely, lost she's disconnected. She finds no comfort in her surroundings. Beautiful, Insecure, she has nothing. She moves from situation to situation.... like a ghost. Then she see's him ....candle burning. STRANGE~she runs with the ones she can't keep up with Ohhh~~ it's so STRANGE~~ slows down, so desperate to stop her Meet her in the middle, they both run from the one who hunts them. They drop to the forest floor, frozen, they drop to the forest floor, frozen..... He loves her, but he needs his life alone as well, but does he know the road or the reasons why If he leaves her he'll be losing the chance to stay alive, But the candle burns bright then the candle dies, burning from the middle like a candle. STRANGE~ she runs with the ones she cant keep up with Ohhh~~ It's so STRANGE, he slows down, so desperate to stop her They meet in the middle, they both run from the one that hunts them. They drop to the forest floor, frozen, They drop to the forest floor, frozen..... STRANGE ~she's laid on the floor in silent pain STRANGE~ she sat in the chair for months just staring STRANGE ~she knows too much to walk away STRANGE~ she couldn't do it anyway... STRANGE ~she's lied on the floor in silent pain STRANGE ~she sat in the chair for months just staring STRANGE ~she knows too much to walk away STRANGE~ she couldn't do it anyway... he slows down, he slows down, he slows down, she couldn't do it she couldn't do it.... For Matthew, and his love for this particular Stevie Nicks song. Hugs! Who doesn't like some Stevie Nicks? To many more bonding sessions and interesting conversations. To everyone else, remember where your focus goes, your energy flows.

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I want the sky to fall in I want lightning and thunder I want blood instead of rain I want the world to make me wonder

-The Cure

There are times when I wish I could marry the dead and never have to date a living being again. I don’t know how to relate or communicate. I tell...

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Last night my Madrinha and I after Sushi at Sevruga, so lovely

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I never expect anyone to like me…I never have.

yet, people like me.

They say, I am beautiful and anyone would be lucky to have me

Yet, I stand alone, always alone

Day after day, I live my life in my personal strength

waiting for the day when I am not alone

When someone sees me and recognizes...

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Alone by Edgar Allan Poe for Dona Lackey

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were---I have not seen As others saw---I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I loved alone. Then---in my childhood---in the dawn Of a most stormy life---was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold--- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by--- From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. And this, for my Darling Dona, who has taught me, sometimes being alone, isn't so bad. Wonderful friend. Love, The Sister of the Moon

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Evening Star by Edgar Allan Poe

'Twas noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon. 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold--too cold for me-- There passed, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.