Quotes added on Saturday, February 27 2016

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NIGHT AIR, GOOD
CONVERSATION, & A
SKY FULL OF STARS
CAN HEAL ALMOST
ANY WOUND.

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IT's a BaD BeT-
certain death, but I
WANT WHAT I WANT &
I GoTTa GeT IT.
 
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Life is like a chess game.
Play your pieces carefully,
or you could lose it all.
 
LIFE IS A BLUR. IT FLASHES
PAST IN TECHNICOLOR
STREAKS AND ONLY WHEN
I LOOK BACK DO THEY CEASE.

 








TIME IS FALLING THROUGH MY
FINGERS AND I DON'T THINK I'VE
DONE ENOUGH WITH IT.

 











 

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Today was awesome.  Perhaps a reason for the tears to stop.   Sometimes we become to comfortable with the tears and we look forward to them.
May I borrow your tears?

Only in the alone do we learn compassion
Only when we lose compassion do we find it
A heart that cannot be tamed
As a phoenix love will rise again in the empty
Peace will return compassion multiplied a thousand fold
In the dark the light is understood
New friends old friends family loved ones
Tears replaced with smiles
Emptiness replaced with friendship
May I borrow your tears?
I promise to return them when you need them
My condolences, I'll shed a tear with your family; I'll open a bottle up, pour a little bit out in your memory. I'll be at the wake dressed in all black, I'll call out your name but you won't call back, I'll hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye... cause baby, you're dead to me.

This is how you make me feel – like a grand piano in an abandoned home; I wish you would visit and lay your hands down onto my keys and play me until melodies are dripping out through your pores. I want you to know that when I listen to certain songs I can hear the sound of your footsteps scraping along the pavement the evening you went home with somebody else. This is how you make me feel – like I am a rain cloud and I have emptied myself over the driest countryside on this entire continent and still nothing grows. And I've been around long enough to know just-friends aren't supposed to kiss each other's throats. And I've torn fistfuls of heartbeats from my chest that should have never belonged to you. And I'm through pretending I'm the one who matters most to you. And just as a child we learn to keep our hands clear of sharp knives and away from burning kettles through trial and error – perhaps you are my flesh wound, my deep burn, a lesson learned; I should stay away – but I know that I won't be able to.

‘On Unrequited Love’ | Beau Taplin

 

 
 
There was something tremendously powerful about her. Like the sea it never mattered whether she was still and serene or in the throes of a storm, there was always a danger of drowning.

eye contact is more intimate
than words will ever be
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