One night,
I will wake up at three AM
And I will roll over
Into your arms.
You will rub my back
Until I fall back to sleep.
I will wait for that.

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I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

Neil Gaiman.

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Sometimes you gotta be still.

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Each day starts off blank. With nothing written on the walls as of yet. Each person has the same 24 hours as the next man or woman that breathes the same air as them and with these 24 hours, you do what you want with it. The canvas serves as a platform for our history being painted on as we go and live our lives. The blank canvas represents the start of the day and by the end of the day, the canvas is filled with a vivid or symbolic images that sums up a story of how a day went. Great moments. Tragic moments. All the moments experienced are recorded onto a blank canvas which we can share. Not with anybody though, as it’s so personal to us, but to those who you feel comfortable around to share your life and stories with.
Le Dieu Du Noir
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Locate I 
love you 

between your 

Bite it.

Say everything

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we are the last generation whose baby photos weren’t taken on phones

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Love is a living thing in and of itself. It is a creature that is born the moment a mother looks at her new baby, and it is a thing that requires devotion and sacrifice to keep alive. It’s those nights when you spend time listening to what another person has to say. It’s when your dog sits by your side as you cry and the world around you is in pieces. It’s the last time you’ll see him, as his taxi glides through the rain. It’s the first day of spring. It’s the sand between your feet and the gathered colour of everything that was ever here. Love could be the thing that makes our brains into minds. It could be the pain that wraps us round, spreading across our chests like snakebites. Love stings. But trust me when I say that when you feel it, you’ll ache to feel nothing more. Nothing in the world needs to exist apart from his eyes, or her hands. Because in those few seconds, love swells and takes you over like a wave. You walk out feeling like you’ve been born, over and over. Washed clean of everything that you didn’t like about yourself. Free to go wherever your feet take you.

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