A heart was meant to beat. And air was meant to be breathed, close to your ear. And your skin was meant to remember what mine felt like. And some songs were meant to play on repeat. And the sun was meant to come down. And we were meant to ignore it when it woke up. And days were meant to pass. And nights were meant to follow. And your eyes were meant to cry out whatever pain was left.
And I never meant to hurt you.
But I guess that’s what everyone says.
Our individuality is all that we have, there are those that barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nutures it and rides it in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life’s bitter sweet route.
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| — | Tom Robbins (Jitterbug Perfume) |
The strongest single factor in prosperity consiousness is self-esteem: believing you can do it, believing you deserve it, believing you will get it.
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| — | Jerry Gillies (via kari-shma) |
