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ever loud, ever lively

the river flows below

bubbling with the brook sprites

laughing, light and low

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Home Library Can you believe this? I wouldn’t be able to get anything other than reading accomplished! Incredibly, cool

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Happy Mothers Day to all moms all over the world...you are a treasure!!!

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Ireland - Green and Beautiful ( The Leprechaun Song)

Happy St Patrick’s Day

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THOSE TIMES

THOSE TIMES The sky turns grey and gloomy, A bit similar to how my life is, Black and white, the rain falls heavy, I look at the only view, That gives me a sense of peace, _ A turmoil grows in my head, as in the clouds, A freak show, a replay of insecurities, But I’ll turn to my broken dreams and forgotten memories, To relive again and again like a melody, _ And when the storm presses hard, And the sands get caught in my eye, And when the voices in my head laugh and smile, And all I can do is cry, Take me back to those times. _ And if at long last, the war isn’t mine to win, Toss up a coin and lay me to sleep, For another day brings yet a war to fight, But as I dream, Take me back to those times.

- Miriel Oye, Take me back to sleep

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Eyes-Another world!

“When I look into your eyes, I see a million unforgettable stars of a million amazing constellations.. deeply within the gentle space around the depth of your gorgeous face, forever delicately lost within for a million warm years, it seems.. a dream on your beautiful lips, a sensual kiss that I so desperately yearn for. Those eyes hold the key to the universe.. your wonderful heart, and the love that sits softly inside.”

Your eyes are the gateway to a dimension of beauty so beautiful and gorgeous that I wasn’t prepared for looking into them - Eue

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And if you are to love, love like the moon loves. It doesn't steal the night. It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

Rumi

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Happy Rose Day

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Our souls are not hungry for fame, comfort, wealth, or power. Our souls are hungry for meaning... for the sense that we have figured out how to live so that our lives matter.

Harold S. Kushner

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There is a certain, peculiar pressure on a writer to create characters that are “likeable”— and this is a charge particularly levied at female characters: “I just couldn’t like her” or “She made things so hard for herself.” This pressure for women to be seen as nice, biddable, good, has seeped into our understanding of what we should be looking for in a fictional protagonist. And yet some of the most memorable literary creations are compellingly unlikeable women: Think Becky Sharp, Madame Bovary, Elizabeth Bennet, Bernadette in Maria Semple’s Where’d You Go Bernadette . . . even the beautiful, brilliant, and psychopathic Amy Dunne in Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl. As a writer, I want to write the stories of difficult women. From a pure entertainment-value point of view, they are the narratives with intrigue, conflict, drama, crisis—all of the interesting parts of being alive.

As Strayed puts it, difficult women are “ambitious and bold, adventurous and emotional, brainy and defiant, incorrigible and outlandish, determined and badass.” They are about pleasing themselves as much as those around them. They don’t say yes simply because it is expected of them. As a result, they might put a few backs up, but they end up getting what they really want. (As a side note: You can guarantee that difficult women have better sex.)

Really, we should be allowed to be both “nice” and “difficult.” We’re not necessarily one thing or the other—we are all made up of many different and often contradictory, conflicting parts. And it’s definitely true that the world could do with people being a bit nicer to each other. So this isn’t to bash “niceness,” per se—but it is to say don’t be nice at the expense of your sense of self-worth. Difficult women never do that—and that’s why I love them. It’s why I aspire to be one. Because being difficult is also, crucially, about loving yourself.

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Of A Love Gone...

I’ve gained independence and courage. Knowledge about things I wasn’t looking for. Still I will write of love, dreams and fairies…It’s where I go to escape the real world I must live in…

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