Quotes added on Monday, April 6 2015



I DON'T KNOW JUST WHO I AM WHEN YOU'RE RUNNING CIRCLES IN MY HEAD AND I DON'T KNOW JUST WHO YOU ARE WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING IN SOMEONE ELSE'S BED.












 

So someone on my street decided they wanted to celebrate something at almost one in the morning. I don't think that many people appreciated fireworks at this time of night, but thank you for the bright lights and the noise. Oh and thank you for the minnie heart attack that you just gave me!
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THREE WHOLE WORDS AND EIGHT LETTERS LATE AND THAT WOULD'VE WORKED ON ME YESTERDAY. WE'RE NOT THE SAME, I WISH THAT COULD CHANGE, BUT IT CAN'T.

















 

I live in Australia and on the news this man is getting charged for giving his little girl cannabis oil because she had cancer. The oil was actually HELPING her get better. Cannabis oil doesn't make you high. Don't you think the police should have better things to do other than arresting a father who was only trying to help his daughter. I mean there are kids stealing cars and breaking into peoples' homes and the police are worried about this.Cannabis oil is helpful for epileptic fits and lots of other things. There was a woman who was only 50 years old and had the bones of a 100 year old. She couldn't walk or anything but when she started to take the oil she could get up and walk around. I know lots of people won't agree with me and you don't have to but if this stuff is helping people who have cancer, epilepsy and other problems I think it should be legal.

(Sorry if there are lots of spelling mistakes autocorrect keeps changing the words to other words)

How is a bird with broken wings suppose to lead the flock?

So it's true what they say, if you love someone you should set them free. It's true what they say, we went and threw it away.
















 

Life is worthless

Not you
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WE ATE THE BIRDS. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.

 

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