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This yet was an endless thread between them. The yet was really a never; they both knew it. This made the whole thing possible. FULL STORY
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“There were times that I did lose my temper, but it was always out of love.” –Richard Carpenter FULL STORY
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Let’s concede that shutting up is a good thing. FULL STORY
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The kid inside me lives on. She sees me in my undead state; she wants to star in a zombie film. FULL STORY
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Am I worthy of love or should I have to pay for it? The currency: shells, blood, popcorn, promises. FULL STORY
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What if she fell out of the hidden bed and woke up broken? FULL STORY
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this is pablo picasso dancing around his studio in his underwear. and what are you doing with yourself? FULL STORY
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maybe if i had known my parents i would know my purpose –hugo cabret FULL STORY
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It’s all about who you know
until it’s no longer about who you know. FULL STORY
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Boulders in my Twitter Stream
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The bag of bones and the skin. The thing we dress and clean and feed and stroke and long to have stroked. Pretty simple, stupid even. The bod.
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Some adults are in intimate relationships. They are just really damn good at intimacy. The rest of us go at it like Pigpen in Peanuts. That’s how we love.
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This movie was made a long time ago, so the old people in the movie are dead. And the young people are old. The children are grownups.
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