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Date parole al dolore: il dolore che non parla bisbiglia al cuore sovracarico e gli ordina di spezzarsi (William Shakespeare - Macbeth).

Plenty of people are on to the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.

"At a mile a minute my heart beats to the limit when I'm with you. So, kiss me again, underneath the moonlight. You're more than a friend. I knew it from the first sight. Hold me, feel my heartbeat. Put your arms around me. And kiss me again." ♥♥♥♥♥

The intellect is not a serious thing, never was. It is a tool for us and just play. Oscar Wilde

Beautiful Shel Silverstein poem about authenticity and the masks we wear (I think, anyway). It would be beautiful to read this before doing a mask-making activity in a counseling group.

tired.... Narcolepsy wears me out. I am tired of fighting sleep, being on prescription rx to keep me awake, fearing I'll fall asleep driving, the brain fog, the perception some ppl (even a few of my family members have) that I'm just "lazy" & "need to set my clocks to get up earlier".

not one on this earth will not feel the impact of this world fallen. Look unto the Lord and he will heal the broken heart.

This is just so perfect to describe the way I feel about how we encourage kids these days... never encouraged to do what they love or make a difference just to make money and be the same.