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cotly

Just coming to the end of training to be a primary school teacher. Love to read and enjoy finding little gems that make me smile or feel sad.

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cotly
2012-04-14T10:02:51

Love....

You can't make somebody love you You can only stalk them and hope for the best.

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cotly
2012-04-14T09:39:41

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New

If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.

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cotly
cotly
2012-04-12T00:37:21

Zombie Confusion

If a bear attacks you, play dead. But... If the dead attack you DO NOT play bear: It confuses the zombies. -Kevin Smith.

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cotly
2012-04-12T00:34:47

Untitled

However vast the darkness we must supply our own light. - Stanley Kubrick.

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cotly
cotly
2012-04-12T00:32:34

Untitled

I got thrown out of ikea today. Apparently 'scatter cushions' is not a command....

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cotly
cotly
2012-04-12T00:30:20

Macbeth

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.

2 0 79 words
cotly
cotly
2012-04-12T00:25:17

W.H. Auden - Stop All The Clocks

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

6 0 137 words
cotly
cotly
2012-04-12T00:23:03

Tom Waits

I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things..

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cotly
cotly
2012-04-12T00:21:43

Untitled

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI.

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cotly
cotly
2012-04-12T00:18:33

Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son.

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cotly
cotly
2012-04-12T00:16:56

Lyrics

I'm not scared of dying I'm a little bit scared of what comes after Will I get the gold chariot. Will I float through the ceiling. Brand New- Jesus Christ.

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