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They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’
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True leadership only exists if people follow when they have the freedom not to.
Helping me LOL before my midterm - thank you imgur. I’m even willing to overlook the hideous grammar mistake in the title line.
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I’m the opposite of moderate/ immaculately polished/ with the spirit of a hustler/ and the swagger of a college kid.
“Sonnet Lady”
Sonnets are traditionally celebrated for immortalizing women by objectifying their beauty. Well, here’s what “rosy cheeks,” “eyes as bright as the sun,” “pearly white teeth” and “coral lips” would really look like.
Shudder.
Careful what you wish for, fellas!
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My errors have taught me thus much wisdom; that those sentiments which we ought not to disclose, it is criminal to harbor.
The little kid in all of us
Isn’t it weird how every time you say goodbye to your mom, you suddenly feel like a 5-year-old kid being dropped off at kindergarten for the first time? The little girl inside me always swells up in tears and wants to cry out, “NO MOMMY, DON’T LEAVE ME!!,” even if only for a second.
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A lady - some words have a long, thin neck that you’d like to strangle.
