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Well! It’s been a while, Whale!

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Reused/Recycled paper Love notes

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We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.

Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via mustangscullaaay)

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Sometimes little chunks of my heart run off Not sure if they're chased or pulled But off they float and I wonder if the burning is love or pain It's a mingling of both, I think

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They will know we are Christians by our love

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Leapin' Lordies!

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Seven Swans -A- Swimming

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Oh crap.

When you discover a song that says exactly how you feel but sings it and the notes move as your soul does.

And you don't know if you should listen on repeat or hide it away for a self-indulgent day Where you know you'll need something to stroke your aching heart. 

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A date appeared in my mind It popped in months ago I didn't know why or what it meant but I marked it on my calendar curious, intrigued.

Maybe it's the day I'll meet the man I'm gonna marry Or maybe a job that's perfect will be offered! Maybe something wonderful that I can't even imagine...!

Or maybe my friend will be in an accident. Maybe a wife will be widowed. It would be terrible, and I'd temper my Prophetess Pride with horror.

I realized though, what would be worse is to spend all this time waiting for that thing that would kickstart my life, send me flying! When, just what if, October Sixteenth, was the end? 

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How 

do Bears

look?

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Why I Love Them So

It's not because they're spooky. Why is that anyways? It's because they're mammals who have accomplished   what the others have not.

Fluttering through the night the bats take flight and I'm so proud of them and happy and I praise God that mammals can fly and I think how there's so many nocturnal creatures we miss out on. 

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I've never loved that part of Halloween that celebrates the wicked

And look at All Hallow's Eve, well, for me that's in the spring.

But I like bats because They'reflying mammals!

And skeletons because look how wonderfully we're made 

And carved pumpkins because nature's bounty and human creativity, getting your hands dirty and making something, (then eating the seeds)? It's beautiful.

There is so much good and beauty around to fight the dark. 

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Last year I had a calendar                I think it was maroon. I still have it somewhere                  hidden in my room. I marked in it special events            and activities Cleaning duty at the church             and times that you called me.

I remember counting days                to see how long it'd been Analyzing time with ink                    to weigh what I was in  As if measuring would lend to it       a weight I could control If I record and track its parts             I soon will find its whole

But I had no power                            No matter what I wrote Cute little symbols for a date            Each interaction I'd note In the end it helps me not                 to know how long I knew you at the time you hurt me so                and all my days turned blue

I'm tempted now to dig it out                and find a year ago see where we were this day in 'twelve    and measure what it shows

The future's not foretold, I know           by holding hard the past Rather, living fully in the present           only brings the peace which lasts. 

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Sometimes I could just

=ROAR=

Cause how else can I say

....

you know? 

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Expectations are the hardest thing to not have.

Realistic thoughts may only apply to mundane things that already happened.

Optimism seems to be the flip-side of skepticism on the Future-Feelings coin.

What to think? What to feel? I try to keep my mind in the Present and those coins in my pocket. 

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These love songs try to tempt me to think I can't resist your magnet pull.

They sing of how we're meant to be its just a fact just think of dancing close-- you can't resist.

But I know that's not the way children are raised and homes are made. I know magnets can be pulled apart and they don't need the other Though they're more solidly found on a fridge door Maybe holding up finger-paint blobs from the kids.