Looking back on when we first met
I cannot escape and I cannot forget
Baby you're the one, you still turn me on
You can make me whole again
Time is laying heavy on my heart
Seems I've got too much of it
Since we've been apart
My friends make me smile, if only for a while
You can make me whole again
its graduation today!
awesome.
and i right now am more concerned with a growing
pimple under my eyelid
it says online that its caused by poor nutrition and stress
or dirty things that touch the eyes
and i already think i knew what
please just dont swell and burst pimple!
i hope it goes away like with at least 20 hours of slp
i shall hibernate
even though im not sure whether i can sleep that long
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AINT NO AVERAGE.
LOVE.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
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