“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”

Neil Gaiman

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I had the strangest dream today.

"I closed my eyes and let out a scream so loud it took every ounce of strength I had. But it never left my body. I reverberated soundlessly inside my head turned white for a moment as the scream penetrated my every cell. Something inside me died. Something melted away, leaving only a shuddering vacuum. An explosive flash incinerated everything my existence depended on."
































































































"Though the terror was leaving me, the trembling of my body would not stop. It was in my skin, like the circular ripples on water after an earthquake. I could see the slight quivering. The scream had done it. The scream that had never found a voice was still locked up in my body making it tremble."

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I wonder if we're sharing the same map. If so..
Where are we headed?

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Each and everyone of them putting in their own emotions, experience into words. The words didn't matter anymore. I felt it coming together as a soundwave, as a whole, as a pulse straight to my heart.


















wait.







they don't love you like i love you

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