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Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.
John Green (via lovealwayskota)
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How can we contrive to be at once astonished at the world and yet at home in it?
G.K. Chesterton in Orthodoxy (via gkchestertonquote)
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Why not Wish on Sunrises?
[a much too long poem]
…
We’re just dreamers
Holding onto dandelion seeds
Wishing upon dear and dead old dreams
~
We’re running out of breath
Afraid of falling to our death
So we close our eyes and press our little lungs a little harder
~
Now even strength is just a weakness
Now its time to fall
Let this dandelion seed die
Sleep and dream
Tomorrow you’ll stand tall
~
Instead of sleeping,
I woke up, thinking it was wiser
Someone said it’s just called growing up
Stop believing the lies here
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I tried to outrun myself, good plan
But when I slowed to catch my breath
I caught up and slapped myself like a rubber band
~
We’re just dreamers
Holding onto dandelion seeds
Wishing upon dear and dead old dreams
~
Now even strength is just a weakness
Now its time to fall
Let this dandelion seed die
Sleep and dream
Tomorrow you’ll stand tall
~
But I still believe in fairytales
Where right and wrong are real
Where my friends and I don’t make the rules
Based on what we feel
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I still believe in magic
Like real love and loyal friends
I believe in adventures
In walking around the world to get home again
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I will always be a dreamer
But I will ride on the sun and it’s change
Knowing sunrise brings the sunset brings the sunrise around again
