It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
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I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.via thequotejournals➜
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➜Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.
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young adult things: washing your colors with your whites because you don’t care you JUST don’t fucking care
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