Here begins
Another chapter of your life
It’s now up to you
To write the opening
But be careful
Because you cannot predict
The ending
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Richard siken / dave eggers
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Not to be over dramatic or anything but the decline in popularity of hand written letters is one of the most disappointing decisions we have made as a modern society.
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every girl should be allowed to lie on the floor for 16 hours a day to cope with the agonies
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Ma che poi a che mi serve
Cercare di sorprenderti
E renderti felice
Se ogni volta
Hai qualcosa da ridire
Se c’è ogni volta
Un problema da creare
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there is actually nothing wrong with me i have just been on this website since i was 14
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Dress yourself with beauty so there won’t be no more space for sadness
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How could
A hopeless romantic
That reads poetry
And gets lost
In the beauty of art
And its colours
That counts the stars
From a bedroom window
When everyone else
Is sleeping
Believe that love
Has obstacles
That we can’t overcome
Has enemies
That we can’t defeat
Has words
That do not need to be spoken
And hearts
That do not need to be heard
How could
A hopeless romantic
Like me
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being clingy is so cute. yes lay on my chest, lick my face, kiss me 10 times in a row, rub my back, tickle me, always stand behind me when we're out. hold my hand in public, hug me at ransom times, double text me. I LOVE ALL THAT SHIT
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please be nice to me, i'm in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person
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People choose to be their own prison
by accepting a lifestyle that doesn’t adapt
to their inner dreams and desires.
They accept jobs that
don’t speak their ambitions,
Degrees that don’t satisfy
their innate passions.
They decide to set themselves free
time to time by going on holiday
and unmasking their true self,
their happy self
only for a few days,
until routine takes control over them again.
They live a life waiting for holiday
counting the days and weeks,
pausing their emotions and
leading their minds to
a state of numbness.
And I can’t help myself to think
“what a waste of time”.
You trade your happiness to fit in,
when you could live
the rest of your life on holiday.
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