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Thank you, NYC

I feel like something creatively in me has released. It’s something not entirely like that of a balloon escaping a carney’s hand. The hot air has kept me afloat thus far but now I’m finally free floating above the trees and the circus and those who kept me tied down.

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Life is funny

I just saw the man of my dreams; tall beautiful stranger in Union Square, I saw you look back, I did too. Let’s share more than a smile next time.
New York, you certainly know how to get my heart racing. Everything about your crazy streets draws me out. I am home.

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Mumford & Sons-absolutely brilliant

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes I struggle to find any truth in your lies And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall Lend me your eyes I can change what you see But your soul you must keep, totally free Har har, har har, har har, har har

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die Where you invest your love, you invest your life In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul Awake my soul You were made to meet your maker Awake my soul, awake my soul Awake my soul You were made to meet your maker

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chose wisely.

the choices we make are our ladders to the stars.

timshel

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Issues.

Growing up and trying to get to know your family sucks. Because the more you know about them the less you are accepting of those same things in yourself and others. And yet we still love them and go to them, like a moth to a flame.

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i love art. and music. i love musical art too.

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It doesn’t happen all at once. You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
~Margery Williams in The Velveteen Rabbit

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you can do it. we can do it.

There is magic even here, in gridlock, in loneliness, in too much work, in late nights gone on too long, in shopping trolleys with broken wheels, in boredom, in tax returns, the same magic that made a man write about a princess that slept until she was kissed, long golden hair draped over a balcony and fingers pricked with needles. There is magic even here, in potholes along back-country roads, in not having the right change (you pat your pockets), arriving late and missing the last train home, the same magic that caused a woman in France to think that God spoke to her, that made another sit down at the front of a bus and refuse to move, that lead a man to think that maybe the world wasn’t flat and the moon could be walked upon by human feet. There is magic. Even here.

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Forever

I’m sitting at my best friends house. Rocking on the porch chatting while her hubby is busy inside and I keep thinking I’m really excited to meet the man I can spend forever with. The peace that is here is enviable. I’m happy to be a part of their world for a while but it makes me excited about the future with Mr. Forever. I’m hesitant to say “I can’t wait” because I know I have to go through what I need to first and enjoy my life now, but this is the kind of happiness I’ve been searching for. And for now, being manless, I can at least watch a happy married couple and feel like I’m a part of something good.

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