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sophiaa2611 · 4 years ago
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Thinking is the talking of the soul with itself
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sophiaa2611 · 4 years ago
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sophiaa2611 · 4 years ago
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“Everybody dies, but not everybody lives.”
— unknown - (hatin)
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sophiaa2611 · 4 years ago
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Women with cats. 1920s. 
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sophiaa2611 · 4 years ago
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sophiaa2611 · 4 years ago
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“Grab your coat, leave a note, and run away with me.”
— William Chapman
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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When God made the world, He made people male and female. That is why a man will leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife. The two people will become one. So they are no longer two, but one. God has joined them together, so no one should separate them.
Marcus 10:6‭-‬9 ERV
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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Two people are better than one. When two people work together, they get more work done. If one person falls, the other person can reach out to help. But those who are alone when they fall, have no one to help them. If two people sleep together, they will be warm. A person sleeping alone will not.
- Ecclesiastes 4:9‭-‬11 (Prediker)
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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Covid-19
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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Sometimes I wonder-
when you close your eyes, do her lips become my lips?
Does her skin become my skin?
Do her hands become my hands?
How many people have you turned me into?
Poetry At Most
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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I am not Icarus, and I am not the Sun. I am the wings that are falling apart- I am the feathers that are floating away.
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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I wasn’t stupid, but I was in love, and sometimes that can be pretty damn close to the same thing.
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sophiaa2611 · 5 years ago
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“This is for the girls who were pretty enough to make him cum, but not enough to make him stay.”
— Poetry At Most
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