It's A Journey Of 100 Miles. Begins With A Single Step.

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“Tonight go to sleep as though your whole past has been dropped. Die to the past. And in the morning wake up as a new man in a new morning.”

— Osho

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D:BH Incorrect quotes (part 2)

Connor: Hank, I have an idea!

Hank: Wha- It's 4 in the morning, what the fuck?

Connor: Just hear me out

Hank: [angry Hank noises]

Connor: Talking android dogs

Hank: N O

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Hank: Yesterday I overheard Connor saying, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Gavin replying, “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

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Gavin: Do you cook?

Connor: I made a cake once.

Hank: Yeah, it was good.

Connor: Really?

Hank: Don’t make me lie twice, Connor.

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Gavin: Why are you on the floor?

Connor: I'm depressed.

Connor: Also I was stabbed, can you get Hank, please?

Gavin: [takes a picture]

Gavin: "Your plastic kid got himself into trouble"

Gavin: "And it wasn't my fault

Gavin: [sends the message]

Gavin: There, I did all I could.

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Gavin: Hey, tin can!

Hank: Reed, don't even start-

Connor: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are angry. Alas, I must further make you feel even angrier by affirming how little I give a fuck.

Gavin:

Hank:

Gavin: Is he even allowed to swear?

Hank: I have no idea.

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Connor: Hey, do you know the password to Gavin’s computer?

Hank: Fuck you, Connor.

Connor: Hey!

Hank: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouConnor".

Connor: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Hank: You bought a coffee?

Gavin: Yep.

Hank: From the same truck that hit Connor?!

Gavin, sipping his coffee: Well, me falling asleep wouldn't help him.

Connor: I'm okay.

Gavin: See? He's okay. I got my daily dose of caffeine. Everyone wins.

Hank:

Hank: You two are gonna be the death of me.

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Connor: You saved me? Why?

Gavin: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Connor: Fair point.

I could cast all my forgivenesses into the air and watch them take flight, dispersing wherever they belong, wherever they are needed, but they are already flowing — freely.

Open-arm-surrender to the vast sky,

I am a confession

                                     relinquished,

vibrant in the coursing of my inner circuitry, heart’s sanctum, a sanctuary cleansed

in lachrymose penance.

                     This weaving of sounds              and silence, this staccato of gears and engines,                    and bird call solace, balsamic,                              all folds

                             into balance.

© Anna S. 2022

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minutes stretching into hours of blue with the warmth of Summer like a glove, I walked my shadow, phantom light through the gloom, found old paths and laid new ones.

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black keys and white in translation, years aloft on the breeze, these notes, information, I’ve been saying, life is in you.

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the past fading into flow, says, i waited here for you.

The unique persona of Emily Dickinson has made her poetry immortal. The elegance with which she has often defined or reflected Death, never ceased to capture the readers' admiration.

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Apt. 💕

BROOKLYN NINE NINE ‘9 Days’, 3.12

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Found this cute masterpiece online🤍

Truth

Inconspicuous, she’s a chameleon who blends in wherever she’s at,  though her authenticity is never hidden she shies away from filters shining with her genuine self which often softens her glow  in the ostentatious crowd

Once in a while, the right ones come along the ones who notice her light and what they see is one-of-a-kind coruscating in the throng of fabrication

She is truth spoken to the unblind