these are not my people I should never have come here

Saturday, July 17, 2010

a dream a laugh a kiss... wont stop till it's over wont stop till you surrender

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”
-Washington Irving

“You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.”
-Julie de Lespinasse

morning thought: "why does my coffee taste like wood...? did i leave the stirring stick in again (-lift up lid-).. humm... nope... it just tastes like wood."

(love this song, i could listen to it all day)

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