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| As the tides turn against us, we move not an inch forward, not an inch back. Still as an inanimate object on a distant island. Holding our stance, clenching tight on what's left of our ideals, we stay stubbornly to forge a different path. A path for me, a path for us. |
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| As we cross path with places we once knew, places we once called ours, places filled with memories, both of laughter and misery, we stop all at once. Regrets of something that could have blossomed, Fictitious characters made up to fill that story, yet regardless of the outcome, you were contented to cross path with it again. Treasure things in the present instead of letting it get away. Learn and let it pass. From Lottie with Love. |
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| Happy Chinese New Year Guys! Have a great horse year ahead! This year, don't forget your families when you're busy. (Reminder to myself) |
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| "The best part of beauty is that of which no picture can express" Oh you effortless beauty, Regardless of angle, sunlight or anything at all, those still images can never be a true reflection of your grace. |
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| The empty space next to me, "so cold" she whispered. The void with your absence is uncannily horrid. Without a clue of your whereabouts, she purged. "Keep me occupied please" She pleaded silently, without a word spoken. |
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| "Can I ask you something?" "Anything" "Why is it every time we say goodnight, it feels like goodbye?" -Lang Leav |
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| When you left, everything was in a blur. |
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| My whole body cringed at that thought. When nightmare becomes reality, would light still conquer? |
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| I lay motionless. |
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| Angels and demons descended upon your absence. |
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| My choice. Strength from an unwavering sense of hope. Strength from what's left. |
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| " It always start subtly. Someone suitable is a slippery mystery. You'll never be ready." |
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| "You will receive mixed messages. They're honest, they're harsh. Everything runs to your head." |
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| "It is through giving everything we have we find all that should come to us. It's the little things that add up until one day it becomes blatantly clear and you're facing a huge monster of reality." |
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| "Loving ourselves is usually the aftermath of loving another so much that we're exhausted and broken and have no other choice. " |
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| She sashay's into your life and burrows her smile deep inside you within a matter of minutes. This is how you remember her - Strong yet vulnerable. Bold yet cautious. Attractive. Mesmerizing. Humorous. |
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| You think you know her. But do you, really? Hidden behind that vicarious demeanor... |
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| The words "I love you", were stuck inside, knocking politely on the door to my throat, asking politely, if they could come out to play, with you today. For those three words, I decided to take down the door, and instead put up a window, that I will always, always leave open. Tyler Knott Gregson |
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| Enid Blyton | I am not. Therefore, I do not write long. - The little drom store |
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| I remember you. Your face innocent as always. Your makeup, understated for your beauty. Oh how your tresses fall perfectly over your shoulders. I remember you twirling your hair around your fingers. Your loving gaze. & your relaxed stance. How you shift your weight to one side, daydreaming. Effortless beauty. I recall the favorite taunting tilt of your head. The unknowing pout plastered across your face when you're unhappy. Even when you're upset, you never cease to amaze me. The whole room lights up when you enter. Your natural beauty. Irresistible. |
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| Upon closer inspection, he looks more captivating. His deep blue eyes staring intensely afar, lost in his train of thoughts. His eyebrows arching gracefully upwards, casting a slight frown, making him looks confused and possibly amused even. Amused at what? Naomi was interested to find out. Her gaze shifted to his strong jawline, then to his boyish haircut. |
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| The script started playing out of the blue. Naomi panicked. Hurriedly rummaging through her puse, she found her phone. No incoming calls, she was bewildered. Trying to find the captivating young man again, she caught sight of him answering his phone. Her heart stopped a beat, same ringtone? Her mind drifted and filled itself with romantic fantasies from her collection of romance novels. Stop it, you're being ridiculous. Her subconscious chided. But then again, if you don't take a risk, you'll never know. |
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| Sometimes, lady luck might be on your side. Follow your heart. "He looks ___ with his youthful, tousled hair. There is something boyish about him, which makes him look younger than he is" - Haruki Murakami |
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| 'Miracles seem to me to rest not so much upon our faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what there is about us always' -Willa Cather |
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| The sun was up, the sky a sheet blue with marshmallow clouds hanging above. There was a wind that dispelled all the doubts of the night; comforting and reassuring. 'Gulls swooped and soared over the water before diving, hitting the surface and sometimes coming away with breakfast - in the form of a wriggling fish.' It was not long before she turned to see her face. The sight of her smile was sweet and tormenting; she felt her eyes well up with tears. No words needed to be exchanged. The silence and embrace was enough - it was a both a gesture and a language for the two sisters, after they parted 5 years ago. |
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| Reese held Rossete's hand tightly, part of her afraid to let her sister slip away from her again. She ran along the beach, past their house and into their garden, with her sister trailing behind her. Like old times, both of the lay side by side on the grass. Reese had the rarest of feelings, overwhelming and incomprehensible, she had no words to describe it. She had so much to say, yet neither of them spoke. They just lay there, silent and both with their eyes closed; it seemed like they time traveled back into the past. She saw her sister making pretend-tea-session with her soft toys, a stuffed bunny with a pink bow on the right ear and the stuffed bear she called brownie, donned with a red and navy blue checkered scarf around its neck. Then she saw her wearing a princess outfit. It was her 6th birthday, she was running around whisking her magic wand, turning butlers into strawberry shortcakes, the clouds into angels and giving life to inanimate objects. |
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| As her mind flashed images from the past, she unknowingly let a tear creep down her cheekbones. She felt rosette's finger on her face. She looked up and smiled. She knew that no matter which continent or time zone rosette is in, no matter how far they were apart from each other, nothing would have mattered. They had each other in their hearts. "Ohana means family- family means nobody gets left behind." - Stitch, Disney |
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| 'What about you?' 'Are you the happiest and saddest right now that you've ever been?' 'Of course I am' 'Why?' 'Cos' nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.' |
