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Fancy hides a lot, while simple unapologetically puts it out there for everyone to see.
But I love giving out compliments, not kiss-ass, brown nose, I-just-want-to-make-you-feel-good compliments, but genuine, no bullshit, I-mean-it-because-I-feel-it-in-my-heart compliments.
I remind myself the pain in my exhausted muscles isn't pain, it's life. And life feels divine. Every day, every minute, every second.
Discovering something new is like magic. Music is out there to be heard, and I am of the opinion that as many people as possible should hear it. All of it. Because music is powerful. It connects people.
I know it's weird, but I like to think of God as my homeboy. I'm not religious; I just talk to him a lot. I ask for a lot of favors. Sometimes things go my way, sometimes they don't. That's life. You just have to make the most of it.
Reading is an escape from the outside world. Everyone needs a little of that to keep their sanity.
"I'm not saying you shouldn't pursue dreams and goals. Just don't forsake the present for the unknowns of the future. A lot of happiness is bypassed, overlooked, postponed to a time years from now that may never come. Don't bide your time and miss out on this moment for a tomorrow with no guarantee."
Some people excel in the art of hugging. They somehow manage to hug you with their whole being, not just their arms. Their warmth surrounds every inch of you. It makes you feel cherished and comforted. Keller has mastered the art of hugging.
She makes me want to say screw it all and re-write my future."
"Have you ever met someone who's content and happy to their core? And when you're around them it's contagious? Like you want to be a better person just so you feel worthy of being in that person's life?"
"I love you more than you could possibly imagine."
"My imagination is endless," I say. There are tears in both our eyes now. His shirt is clenched in both of my hands. God, I don't want to let go. "Good. So is my love."
"Mine too. I love you, baby." His eyes are closed. "One more time," he whispers. "I love you, baby," I whisper back.
The happiness, the thoughtfulness, the humor was part of her, but it was also deliberate, a conscious choice.