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I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing, and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean, white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.-- Shauna Niequist
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We'll pace the roads and we'll paint the skies.Our path is plagued by discontent goodbyes.We're striking the days so we can burn the nights,And I'll never look back on what I've left behind.-- Set Your Goals
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The best moments in reading are when you come across something, a thought, a feeling, a wayof looking at things that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, setdown by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand hascome out and taken yours.
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I sink into the lyrics with a sigh.The music, at least for a little while,fills a sweet sort of ache. When onesong is done, another takes its place.An endless stream of comfort anddistraction to help me for a while.
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Sometimes I feel there is a hole inside of me, an emptiness that, at times, seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight, there's a circle around it-- a sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole, of not going to sleep each night wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time would lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen.-- Practical Magic
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Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
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They say good girls keep diaries,the bad girls never have the time.Me? I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remembereven if I don't write it down. -One Tree Hill
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I was born to be stubborn, to be a little bitchy,to push people, and push myself.I was taught to never take life for granted, to live a little,to love with everything I had to never give up, to believe in my myself,but most of all to fight for myself.
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find a great song, whether it's disco, or pop or punk, or whatever. just turn up your stereo ashigh as it goes and dance. and if you have to,keep dancing until you lose yourself, or until you find yourself again.
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no one's perfect. even barbie has flaws;you can easily rip all her body parts off.but even when she's torn to shreds,she's always smiling and she still looks fabulous.we can all take a lesson from barbie.
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