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The only thing that will stop you from fulfilling your dreams is you. - Tom Bradley







God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. Jacques Deval







Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be. – Ralph Waldo Emerson




Knowledge is limited to all we now know, while imagination embraces all there ever will be to know and understand.







Humility is not thinking less of yourself, but thinking of yourself less.




"No matter how old it gets, email marketing will still be relevant." - Paras Arora#SF




No one is completely unhappy at the failure of his best friend. - Groucho Marx




Charles Swindoll, "Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% what ..."







“All of history is moving toward one great goal, the white-hot worship of God and His Son among all the peoples of the earth.” ~John Piper




Music is your own experience, thoughts & wisdom. They teach you there's a boundary line to music, there's no boundary line to art. ChArlie Parker







I have decided to stick to love...Hate is too great a burden to bear.- Martin Luther King Jr.







Good times become good memories and bad times become good lessons. -




After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. - Nelson Mandela



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From a young age her life has been abnormal, she knows that. But so much is covered over in time now, the way leaves fall and cover a piece of earth, and eventually mingle with the soil. Things that happened to her then are buried in the earth of her body.
—  Sally Rooney, Normal People

to the boy I like, I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you and I’m sorry for making mistakes which pushed you away from me. I know it’s my fault even though you say it is not. I know it’s my fault because every guy who I’ve been with, left me or cheated on me… so I must be doing something wrong. I must be. Why is it that when life is going good I always tend to mess something up and ruin it? I just hope that the next girl you run across, she treats you right and she treats you better. I hope she makes you happy because God knows you deserve it. I wasn’t the one for you, even though deep down I wanted to be. It’s okay though, I’ve been through this before. I’ll be okay… I’ll be okay.

And I sat by the shore and looked out to the sea, with the sound of the waves tickling my ears. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze against my skin. And I thought;

Am I crazy for thinking that the sea has the answer to it all?

—  Lukas W. // The sea

A room in which one has been reading for pleasure for many hours has a charge to it. It is, obviously, magic; a portal into other places and other minds. It is the closest thing we have to time travel, allowing us to feel the resonance of days and centuries past and glimpse futures beyond our own personal imagining. But I find that perhaps the greatest gift of reading is how it can transport us not to the future or to the past, but to the present. How it helps us be right here; to return to ourselves. It gives us different lenses to try viewing the world through, to see if any of them can help the universe make more sense. We may write to shout into the abyss of history, but we read to hear the voices of our fellows calling back to us through the dark.

—Summer Brennan

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*・゜゚・* Mary Alice Brandon *・゜゚・*

“you are so bizarre, even for a human.”

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headcannon casting: Minseo (민서)

i’ve never done a moodboard before so this might be terrible but please let me know if you like it - i would love to make one for a short haired rosalie and a black emmett next ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Oh to be an angel (if there were any!), and go
straight up into the sky and look around and then
come down

not to be covered with steel and aluminum
glaringly ugly in the pure distances and clattering and
buckling, wheezing

but to be part of the treetops and the blueness, invisible,
the iridescent darknesses beyond
silent, listening to
the air becoming no air becoming air again

—  from “Three Airs” by Frank O’Hara (1958)