Dreams Are Just Dreams Until You Write Them Down. Then They Become Goals.

Franz Wright, from Earlier Poems; “Poem in Three Parts: 2. The Wound”

[Text ID: The wound that never healed but learned to sing.]

I don't know what to tell you kid, put your barefeet on the cold grass and let the sun touch your cheek bones and eyelids. You'll live. You'll live.

Red is the color of strength, war, determination, passion, and love.

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Fear has never reaped accomplishment

“If there is ever, even for a fleeting moment, a tiny voice in your head, and that tiny voice is telling you, "I deserve better", listen to her. That’s your partner. That’s your real, true love. And if you betray her long enough, you will lose her.” You (S03E10)

Malebo gave us glow sticks and told us not to break them yet. I accidentally broke mine and put my hand over the small light on the edge and it just kept growing and expanding until it outgrew my hand. Light does that, it just grows and slowly takes away the darkness.

And, if we're to share ten thousand meals, darling I hope it's in laughter.