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i loved him.   it wasn’t the sort of love they wrote novels about, the kind that glows, but the quiet kind.   the kind too soft for love songs,  reserved  for endless love poems, hidden behind shy smiles and forbidden glances.  symphonies,  the kind that played long after curtains were drawn, …
I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings. Arti Honrao
trigkin: The Beast: *sings Evermore* Me: *breaks down crying*
Perfume is a love affair with one’s self Francois Coty (via lesgardenias)
She is strong, but not in the ways most people think. She loves more than she’ll ever get back and she knows it. And yet, she loves anyway. dilbaramÂ
You have to find your own shtick. A Picasso always looks like Picasso painted it. Hemingway always sounds like Hemingway. A Beethoven symphony always sounds like a Beethoven symphony. Part of being a master is learning how to sing in nobody else’s voice but your own. Hugh MacLeod
May all of you have your bills paid on time and have money left over to spend on you
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