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In that period
I didn’t have milk on my cereal
And I didn’t have cereal

My wheels were turning slowly
In the other direction

I’d come flying
Down Route 177 into spring’s fast panting
With the windows rolled up

I could say it in twang
As good as not
My voice cracking beneath me
I ain’t never been there

I knew the salty lips of desire

And the lips, too
Of the space rape punctured into
My body

This morning
When I soaped behind my ears
I uprooted that spring
With all of its bounty

Still clinging to my hair

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Destiny, she whispered. I think you must be mine. I think you must be.
— N. R.
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It amazed her, constantly, how much beauty there was in the world. How it changed and it shifted even as she watched.
— N. R.
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Trust breeds magic.
Tina Roth Eisenberg AKA swissmiss with Chase Jarvis
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I want to make something I love for people who love it.
Tina Roth Eisenberg AKA swissmiss with Chase Jarvis
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Love what you do.
Tina Roth Eisenberg AKA swissmiss with Chase Jarvis
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My relationship with my wife, however, transcends the circumstance. If we feel ourselves drift, we reach out our hands and grasp tightly, because I choose to remain at her side, and she at mine. And if I ever look over to find that we’ve somehow lost sight of each other — both now walking alone and lost in that cold night — I will grab a torch and search for her until I find her again.

She is my mission, my life’s work, and I’d sooner give up my life than give up on her.

So we wake up every morning, sort of the same, but sort of new. We look at each other, we introduce ourselves again, and we choose to love who we see.

We choose to love. And that’s the only thing that will never change.

— Matt Walsh
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Gratitude is the essential path to happiness.
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Maybe love is patient enough to wait until its time comes around.
— N. R.
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He said, “Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
— Ray Bradbury
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These spaces where sex, pleasure, pain, fear come close and contaminate each other, this is exactly the type of territory I’m looking for… Because [these people] have nothing, their only choice is to be alive and to feel… My point in the end is not to show the viewer or to remind them that that [marginal] life exists. My point is to be alive. This is my first aim, this is what I’ve been doing for many years, just to be as alive as possible.
— The amazing Antoine D’Agata
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There is always something left to love.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Love generates love.
— Rumi
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Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love…
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez