You’re a real live outlaw, aren’t ya?

Well I may be an outlaw, darlin’, but you’re the one stealing my heart.

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The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. –Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

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Be who you are and dont be afraid to be aggressive about it, show people. Most boys aren’t interesting or complicated.

The pretty reckless Taylor Momsem

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You can’t put a price on happiness.

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Kim Jong Un has to prove to his generals that, “…he is not a spoiled brat who spent his childhood eating Swiss pastries, but a tough leader — a warlord in the making.”

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Straight to hell with all the sinners.

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This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together
We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever
Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout
Wave your hands
Make it rain
For stars will rise again

The youth is starting to change
Are you starting to change?
Are you?
Together

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there’s a great man.

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(To the ladies’ happiness)

Happy Birthday to my other half.

Love you with all my heart m.

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