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balloon verse #4

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direct–whiteboard series #3

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“Soon you’ll realize that many people will love the idea of you but will lack the maturity to handle the reality of you.”

— Reyna Biddy

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Moonset, over the Cathedral of Linköping Sweden - Johan Kleventoft

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There's a huge difference between replying and having a conversation, and very few people know the difference.

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would u still love me if i were stuck in a cycle i've never been able to break

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“Don’t wait around for people who only text you for favors or rides or late night company. You are beautiful and brilliant and so, so alive. You’re triple text material.”

— a pep talk for you and me and anyone else who needs it

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“And even after all this time, you’ve got to find it in yourself to love this life. Even after bad haircuts and flu season and nights spent staring at the blurry turn of the ceiling fan, half-drunk and wondering what the point is. Even after your third slice of cold pizza and bug bites and pink eye. Hangnails, selfish sex, that little smudge on the mirror that never goes away. Even alone. Even in love. Even worse. The world, your mother used to tell you, is not your oyster. What she meant was, the world, too, is hard to love. Just like you. And even still. Even now, with all your carefully built walls caving in. Icy sidewalks lined with hungry people. Hopeless eyes. Empty hands open wide. Here’s the truth: she doesn’t love you back. Or maybe it’s him. Shaggy-haired smart ass. He’s too far away to touch you the way you want. Even then. Even when the bananas rot away. Brown and lined with fruit flies. It’s been a year since your grandmother died, and the kitchen still smells like the butterscotch candy she used to make each Christmas. She never got around to teaching you how to make it for yourself. Even so. Look up at the stars every once in a while. Watch how they flicker like the headlights on the highway behind your childhood home. Promise you’ll try to see this life with brand new eyes. A lover whose name you’re only now learning. Even after all this time. Forgive her sharp edges. She, too, is doing all she can. She, too, deserves a chance at reinvention.”

— note to self

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feelings come & go in waves. Its all fun & games until your the one in a Hurricane. The water Smacks me in the face just to give me a lil taste before the Ocean of Emotions Pulled me away. Water began to feel my lungs. I layed back and almost gave up when I looked up at the gray skies, No sun in sight but, I'm still alive I Won the fight between me & myself, while I was drifting away I closed my eyes & prayed for the pain to wash away. Finally I opened my eyes and only could see the suns rays

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haiku #12, tathev simonyan

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“If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.”

— Will Rogers

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“Your mind, emotions and body are instruments and the way you align and tune them determines how well you play life.”

— Harbhajan Singh Yogi