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If @gublernation was a Tim burton character

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Lips, Lips can only dream of kissing lips like yours.

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Workplace

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Practice any art,music,singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find what's inside you, to make your soul grow

Kurt Vonnegut 

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poetry is food for the soul

unknown

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Creativity

Everyone has a creative mind. They just simply do not know it. So if you’re ever feeling down because you don’t feel you have the ability to write a piece because you’re not “creative” You’re wrong. Anything can technically be creative something that looks or sounds creative to you may not look or sound creative to someone else. This is because everyone has a different sense of creativity. So next time you want to either write a poem, song, screenplay, etc.. Do it because it will be a work of art. Maybe not to everyone but someone out there or.. even just you.. 

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It was many and many a year ago,   In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know   By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought   Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love--   I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven   Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago,   In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling   My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came   And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre   In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven,   Went envying her and me-- Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,   In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night,   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love   Of those who were older than we--   Of many far wiser than we-- And neither the angels in heaven above,   Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,   In her sepulchre there by the sea,   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe

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Questions Which No Man Can Answer

To ponder the moon and stars just as you would ponder what to eat for breakfast in the morning. That is how questionable everything in life is.

Then there are questions which no man can answer... 

Like do aliens walk among us on earth or even a light year away.. 

Or if there are ghost lurking in our very walls? 

Or even why the grass is green and the sky blue? 

And for it being a question which no man could answer, why do we ponder these things so much??

Well ha, I guess that is just another question which we cannot answer...

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We are writers, my love. We don’t cry. We bleed on paper.

a.y. (via inksomniac)