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Don't grow up. It's a trap..
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Don't grow up. It's a trap..
What if there was a world with no fat And all health. What if there was a world with no bullies And all nice people. What if there was a world with no hate And all love.
The only obstacle in life is life itself..
No-one will understand when it's sarcasm..
Death: why does everyone hate me but love you. Life: because I am a beautiful lie and you're a painful truth.
And this is the year that everyone was forced to grow up..
"we aren't just sisters we're best friends".
Don't let the chances of striking out stop you from playing the game..
"Once upon a time" they say. "And they all lived Happily Ever After" they say. All that is false..
When I was younger I wanted to be a fashion designer, then I realised that my style is crazy and I'm better at computer graphics than designing. Live the dream..
People have the habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept..
Be who you are, say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind..
Those who criticise our generation forget who raised it..
Courage doesn't always roar, Sometimes courage is that small voice in the end of the day whispering quietly "I'll try again tomorrow,".
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough..
There's people I know who need a smack in the face, with a chair or two. ~Me..
the ones who are living are the ones who are only dying Susanne Sundfor.
Isn't it weird. When you are most sad and depressed, it's easier to pretend to be happy..
Uma coisa curiosa é passarmos metade da vida a não querer que tomem conta de nós e outra metade a esperar que o façam. In Allianz (pub).
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. ~Edna St. Vincent Milay.
"Learning about right by doing it wrong.".
Some things we keep hidden. Some things we simply don't want anyone to know about. So we do our best to hide it, and maybe we do it so well that we forget about it ourselves.
Why does every little memory bring me back to you,. Time we spent and all the things that you do,. Each line you spoke and the smiles we shared,.
“I wished that the chains would break and the wind would sweep me up, up, up into the sky, beyond the clouds, beyond the sun and the moon, to some marvelous kingdom where no one ever changed and...