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Don't obsess over the romantics- shadows of eyelashes what longing is and means the way a chest falls when bad news is heard. Do anticipate disappointment- and revel in pleasant surprise only for the moment it exists. Understand nothing lasts forever. Don't give it away all the time. and form a forcefield- a wall if it wills. Always focus on the next task at hand. Stop being so gracious- and have more ambition, demands that are either met or excelled, higher standards. You are stone until you want to be water. Trees until you want to be storms. The mouse until you want to be the owl.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Things I tell myself in cold comfort
Don't obsess over the romantics- shadows of eyelashes what longing is and means the way a chest falls when bad news is heard. Do anticipate disappointment- and revel in pleasant surprise only for the moment it exists. Understand nothing lasts forever. Don't give it away all the time. and form a forcefield- a wall if it wills. Always focus on the next task at hand. Stop being so gracious- and have more ambition, demands that are either met or excelled, higher standards. You are stone until you want to be water. Trees until you want to be storms. The mouse until you want to be the owl.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
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