All The Ways Things Are

Jade \ Gemini My blog is as varied as my personality and changes depending on my mood.

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-Edmund Wilson

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Happy National Coffee Day!

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good morning! ☆

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I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

Gilda Radner