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In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.
// Alice Walker
Sometimes it felt like I only got happy this way around Christmas. The rest of the year, I wondered if the point of Christmas was just spending money and getting fat and opening gifts. Indulging. But when Christmas finally comes, and that warm, tingly, mints-and-sweaters-and-fireplace-fires feeling gathers in the bottom of your stomach, and you’re lying on the floor with all the lights off but the ones on the Christmas tree, and listening to the silence of the snow falling outside, you see the point. For that one instance in time, everything is good in the world. It doesn’t matter if everything isn’t actually good. It’s the one time of the year when pretending is enough.
Made You Up by Francesca Zappia
When you end up on your own With just your pillow to hold tight
Crown The Empire - Menace
Memory can edit reality ... and then the edited version is too good to let go.
Anne Carson
Cold freezed lands
Once i used to hate the cold, the snow and the ice, i was bothered when i couldn’t feel my hands and my breath was smoking ice. Now i miss these lands, in that freezing temperature i found something that now i’m dying to get more, i don’t know if it’s because they reminded me of you, but in all of that snow i felt warm.
I returned here with the ice in my heart, miss being happy.
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I'm sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent to come here.
Arthur C. Clarke