There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.
True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.
In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.
Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I'm not gay, I'm just your emo enuch. / Gonna smile real shy, won't cop a feel, / 'cause I'm your virgin crush, your supersafe deal. / Let those other guys keep sexing. / You and me, we be texting / 'bout unicorns and rainbows and our perfect love. / Girl, we fit together like a hand in a glove. / Now I don't mean that nasty, tell your mum don't get mad. / I even wrote 'You're awesome' on your maxi pads.
You're special. I'm special. The whole world's special, so don't you forget it. The universe wants us All to be happy, Full of smiles and all that stuff, All that stuff That's happy and smiley. So get happy, happy, happy right now! Get happy, happy, happy right now! Get happy, happy, happy right now!
It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.
People aren't always what you want them to be
I can be whatever. You can be whatever. We can be whatever. Whatever, together.
Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
There is no greater power on this earth than story.
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.
I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.
He said to tell you to remember your heart in all things, that it is where your honor and your destiny will be found. Does it mean anything to you?' It is something he would say from time to time-that the eye could be misled, but that the heart was true.
Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.
I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.
It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.
In every end, there is also a beginning.
Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.
But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.
Reminds us that greatness lies even in the smallest of moments, in the humblest of hearts, and we shall, each of us, be called to greatness. Whether we shall rise to meet it or let it slip away is the challenge put before us all.
She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.
What happened to the winner" Adina asked. "She tripped." "And the first runner-up?" Miss Michigan cracked her knuckles. "She tripped, too.
I wouldn’t expect you to get it, Daisy. You don’t look at anything besides Photoplay—and even then somebody’s gotta explain the pictures to you.” Daisy’s mouth hung open in outrage. “Well, I never!” “Yeah, that’s what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us aren’t buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!
My personal motto is: WWWWD?: What Would Wonder Woman Do?
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