I always knew I was just a rough draft.
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I don't want a future, I want a present.
and to know, by his ironical eyes, that he perfectly well understood the reason of her unusual meekness.
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To me, it is entirely clear that the relation between the rhythmics of verse and prose is the same as that between arithmetic and integral calculus. In arithmetic we sum up individual items; in integral calculus we deal with sums, series.
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Is it possible that that insanity called love and jealousy does exist, and not only in the idiotic books of the ancients? What seems most strange is that I, I! β¦ Equations, formulae, figures, and suddenly this! I canβt understand it, I canβt!
"Well, my dear guests, are you soaked to the gills? Eh? And now-to dance! Get lively!"
The table and the chairs vanish. The middle of the room is empty.
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something in me keeps wanting to rescue him
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"Well, my dear guests, are you soaked to the gills? Eh? And now-to dance! Get lively!"
The table and the chairs vanish. The middle of the room is empty.
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βfallen angelβ¦β he said, reverting to the formal you ββ¦aren't you afraid?β
the friendship knot
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itβs true, the aliens sent me. i think we have four out of the seven days left.
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I donβt think you realize the great work youβve already done and how far youβve come.
I feel the same. x.com/miranda16884/status/19β¦
It sprouts the earth so clear
Like voices from the past
They will join us
Come down, down, down
We'll close the past, the fear
The words will never rest
They will join us
Come down, down, down
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βI just met you and I already made you a scrapbook, a theme song, and a matching friendship tiara because I can FEEL our souls have hugged before in another galaxy where everything smells like cinnamon rolls and sparkles!β
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In a cottage by the glen,
Lived a family known to men,
With hearts so cold and eyes so sly,
They made their eldest daughter cry.
Blamed for rain and storm so wild,
Till her voice was lost, poor child,
Her only friend, a tattered hare,
A symbol of her silent despair.
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And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it.
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