Slowly Unravels

Does anybody really know when it’s right? And how do you know – are there signs? Fireworks? Is it right when it feels comfortable or is comfortable a sign that there’s no fireworks?  Is hesitation a sign that it’s not right, or is it just a sign that you’re not ready? In matters of love how do you know when it’s right? ~ Ms Carrie Bradshaw  

If I have curves, I’m fat. If I wear makeup, I’m fake. If I like to get dressed up, I’m a hoochie. If I wear sweatpants, I’m a slob. If I say what I think, I’m a bitch. If I cry sometimes, I’m a drama queen. If I stand up for myself, I’m mouthy. Seems lik

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Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

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To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect.