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Because my musical training has been limited, I’ve never been restricted by what technical musicians might call a song.
Neil Diamond (via behindtheriffagesandharmonies)
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Solid advice for any writer, found on a middle school bulletin board.
Via Vladimir Verano
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It’s time to wake up, time to make up, time to shake these old memories. It’s time to leave the past in the past and lace up a new set of shoe strings!
Justin Furstenfeld, The voice of Blue October. (via im-alive-im-alive)
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Finnick! Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman— dark tangled hair, sea green eyes— runs towards us in nothing but a sheet. ‘Finnick!’ And suddenly it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach eachother. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.
Mockingjay. (via -districttwo)
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