Aug 11, 2020
“Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won’t hear me cry
Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won’t see me.”
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@kickdrumheart68
“Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won’t hear me cry
Oh my love but we are bound to die
My heart is broke but you won’t see me.”
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Best part about July, other than peaches, is thst we are one month closer to Fall!!!
Fred Schneider *July 1, 1951
Thanks, but I'll enjoy mine in the air conditioning... it's been 107 with the heat index in South Georgia!
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And in the end… life will not be made up of the grand moments you chased, but of the small ones you had the courage to feel.
Letters from a Fairy
in honor of america's 250th birthday approaching, here's your friendly reminder that this poem by emma lazarus (a jewish-american woman) is on a plaque attached to the statue of liberty:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
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Head Full of Doubt
Road Full of Promise
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I want to kiss the stories locked inside your scars, and I will love every chapter the wounds tried to silence.
Every day I wake up just to love you from afar
