Quotes added on Saturday, March 12 2016
A dream about Seth Mcfarlane.
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I had a random, but sweet dream of a man who I never would of dreamt about. He is a famous man, and in my eyes, he was the most beauitufl man that I ever seen in my entire life. His name is Seth Mcfarlane. It took place in a train station, built very uniquickly. And some how it all turned into a flying board from the future. The board had enough room for the both of us. Seth was sitting alone in his baord chair, looking at what was in front of him. I could tell, but mostly feel that he was enjoying the view of what he as seeing. I smile at him and I walk behind him and suprise him with a hug. I gave him the sweetest hug that I could give. And that hug meant how much he meant to me. I continue to hug him and as I do, I gave him a kiss in the cheeck and told him, " I am here". He grabbed my hand, touched it softly. We were holding hands but it was the type of hand holding where our fingers were locked together. And as he did so, he whisperd in my ear and said, "I like this". And I remember smiling at him. In my dream I could remember that he smelling amazingly good and so did I, that it combined the air that we were both sharing smell good. In my dream, we were a couple, a good faithful couple. We traveled together and we hunted mysteries together. It was for the dectectives who could not solve for themeselves that we both believed we could do, so that we could help our nation, for the people. And all at once, it was all an inventurous hunt. He was not the man who people that he was. All serious and cold with his jokes. He was protective, had lots of patience. He was sweet and loveable and down to earth. I couldn't resist. And that made me love him even more. We both enjoyed having deep, serious and meaningful conversations and when ever it got emotional. Either him or I, would hold each other so tightly to comfort eachother. Preactically, each night was beautiful with him. The best that I ever had. He was my Sherlock Holms and I was his partner. His helper. His girlfriend, the love of his life. And the love of my life. And since we were on call all the time, we would grab our backpacks that carried important materials to solve exotics mysteries.
As we did so, we would give eachother a tight hug and a sweet kiss, saying together at the same time, "Lets go". And so we headed out the door together. And the dream was over.
It all felt so real. And all honesty, I loved it.
Thank you for reading. xxo
I had a random, but sweet dream of a man who I never would of dreamt about. He is a famous man, and in my eyes, he was the most beauitufl man that I ever seen in my entire life. His name is Seth Mcfarlane. It took place in a train station, built very uniquickly. And some how it all turned into a flying board from the future. The board had enough room for the both of us. Seth was sitting alone in his baord chair, looking at what was in front of him. I could tell, but mostly feel that he was enjoying the view of what he as seeing. I smile at him and I walk behind him and suprise him with a hug. I gave him the sweetest hug that I could give. And that hug meant how much he meant to me. I continue to hug him and as I do, I gave him a kiss in the cheeck and told him, " I am here". He grabbed my hand, touched it softly. We were holding hands but it was the type of hand holding where our fingers were locked together. And as he did so, he whisperd in my ear and said, "I like this". And I remember smiling at him. In my dream I could remember that he smelling amazingly good and so did I, that it combined the air that we were both sharing smell good. In my dream, we were a couple, a good faithful couple. We traveled together and we hunted mysteries together. It was for the dectectives who could not solve for themeselves that we both believed we could do, so that we could help our nation, for the people. And all at once, it was all an inventurous hunt. He was not the man who people that he was. All serious and cold with his jokes. He was protective, had lots of patience. He was sweet and loveable and down to earth. I couldn't resist. And that made me love him even more. We both enjoyed having deep, serious and meaningful conversations and when ever it got emotional. Either him or I, would hold each other so tightly to comfort eachother. Preactically, each night was beautiful with him. The best that I ever had. He was my Sherlock Holms and I was his partner. His helper. His girlfriend, the love of his life. And the love of my life. And since we were on call all the time, we would grab our backpacks that carried important materials to solve exotics mysteries.
As we did so, we would give eachother a tight hug and a sweet kiss, saying together at the same time, "Lets go". And so we headed out the door together. And the dream was over.
It all felt so real. And all honesty, I loved it.
Thank you for reading. xxo
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sisterhood is like a photograph.
there comes a point when you need to
stop being part of the picture,
and start being
the
frame.
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If you make it a Habit to make your Today better than your
Yesterday, then for sure, your Tomorrow will be better than your
Today.
WHO WROTE THE
BOOK ON GOODBYE?
BOOK ON GOODBYE?
THERE'S NEVER BEEN
A WAYTO MAKE
THIS EASY.
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NO MATTER HOW
MUCH THE TRUTH HURTS,
MUCH THE TRUTH HURTS,
IT IS ALWAYS BETTER
THAN BEING LIED TO.
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YOU DO NOT
ALWAYS
NEED A PLAN. SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED TO
BREATHE AND TRUST.
NEED A PLAN. SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED TO
BREATHE AND TRUST.
SOMETIMES YOU JUST
NEED TO LET GO AND
SEE WHAT HAPPENS.
BECAUSE, LET ME TELL YOU,
IT CAN BE AMAZING.
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