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When I turned forty I decided to do something interesting each year. The first year I decided it was time I learned to swim. I cant say I ever enjoyed it but I did manage to achieve it.
She loved with her heart on her sleeve,. Full of passion. Certain she found a covenant that kept her safe. It shines everyday from that pure love,. No lies, no judgement.
If there's a reason. Why I'm still in your bed. It's just because. It's too cold outside. If there's a point. In your arguments. I really want to know it. Because like this is pointless.
Hey Young girl Your eyes look old Your mouth is envolve in so many lines Have you been Laughing over their faces And crying in that old mirror who truly knows you.
معارض الكتاب في الخليج العربي، على الأبواب، وهي بالنسبة لكثير من الناس، في هذه الناحية من العالم، تكاد تكون المرة الوحيدة التي سيزورون فيها أي محل لبيع الكتب طوال العام، مدفوعين بالتشجيع الذي يأتيهم...
You call me a dreamer in a derogatory tone, as if to say I am lazy or unrealistic. Rather I would say that I am a realist, just not realities other people know or see.
I tell myself I'm alright. I convince myself that I forgot about you. And as each day pass, I thought my heart had healed. But on that same day, after 2 years, I see you again, at the exact same...
It is true that the best could turn out as the worst, or the worst could turn out as the best. It could be perfectly illustrated through first love.
The amount of my obsession over this app is getting a little ridiculous. I have always loved writing but because I'm not good at it was always very insecure and chose to not share it with anyone.
Do me a favor… Stand up, walk to wherever the nearest window is, and just look outside.
For so long, most of my life I'd say, I have been searching for happiness. I was doing it all wrong though.
I question everything. I question all the things I know. I question who we are. I question where to go. I built it up inside. A crumbling wall of broken dreams. It all just fell apart.
I lose my mind out in space, in it's endless darkness, searching for a place of my own, where I belong.
Voices in my head, they keep me awake, I can't get no rest, I turn around, reposition myself on someone's else bed, I don't know her name, or how I end up in this place I wait for the sun to come...
This is your life. Do what you love, and do it often. If you don't like your job, quit. If you don't have enough time, stop watching TV.
Let my voice be heard in the emptiness of the abyss and my soul be free from it's captivity, time done, time lost, now gone.
Kachel had four hundred and fifty dollars from the sale of his copy of Final Cut Pro. For two hundred and fifty, you could travel to New York City on a Greyhound bus.