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Writings on Wonderings...
Here I write. I dream. I get overly dramatic. I post original originals, repetitive reblogs, repetitive originals but no original reblogs. Sadly. Yet.
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The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
Ernest Hemingway (via larmoyante)
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If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!
― J.M. Barrie
I just watched this three times in a row and I’m going to watch it again in a second but I’ll just take a break now to type this since I’m already doing so, so it makes sense. Actually, I didn’t really WATCH it the third time, I listened to it and gazed out into the distance; the distance being only so far to my bookshelves but it doesn’t matter because I wasn’t really looking at them. The point is…wow…apparently words can’t describe this…or else my limited vocabulary can’t.
