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hi.ok.bye

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Time is an illusion

Albert Einstein

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fire walk with me

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sometimes i just feel like there is no energy

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There’s this reoccurring question that keeps buzzing around me. What will you do when you grow up? What do you want to be? What are your goals? And the reoccurring answer in my head is a loud scream. 

 I DON’T KNOW! 

I do have dreams

I do have aspirations 

But for some reason I can’t bare to share them

Not, yet anyway 

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a god playing flute

it’s a greek tale 

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Never think a god can pass away

He is walking bye your side, but your eyes are astray

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am i the only one who on rainy days narrates my life as though i were living in a novel?

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you is kind. you is smart. you is important

Kathryn Stockett, The Help

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travel

There’s something about traveling, going to a different place that makes me feel more creative than ever. It makes me want to write, create and share my story. It makes me dream of the future without being scared. It makes me feel as though every problem I’ve ever come across can be fixed. 

What is it about traveling? Could it be as simple as the fact that you're physically far away from your life, your expectations, your problems, your you that is you because of the people and surroundings in your life. 

 It makes me think that maybe it’s while traveling we truly are ourselves. 

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how come i feel ten times the pain when failing, than when i do something right?

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mylovefortea

This is a text solemnly dedicated to the beverage we know as Tea. Tea, oh you magnificent master of wisdom. You are the comfort I need after a stressful day, you are the warmth I so desperately crave when the days keep getting colder and darker, you are the friend I can always rely on, you are everything that I need. 

Oh, Tea how I love you.

Yours Sincerely 

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Sometimes I just feel as though there’s a raging fire in me. I feel such a scary irrational anger towards everything and everyone that I don’t know what to do with myself. The weirdest part is that I know that it’s just “fake”, irrational, pointless, not constructive, yet I just can’t stop feeling like screaming till my lungs ache. Does this make me a raging, uncontrollable bitch? Most certainly.  Over and out

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Who am I? Do you ever feel like you don’t have a clue who you are. Maybe I like this, maybe I love that. I don’t know. Can anybody pls tell me asap. 

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creativity

Creativity can’t be forced, that’s what we’ve all been told, that’s what we’ve all experienced. But maybe that’s not true. Sometimes forcing ourselves to try to be creative is just what we need. Instead of hiding behind an excuse that is not applicable to all situations, do something. It doesn’t have to be something extraordinary, it just has to be something.