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I thought of a few things to say to this.
A) Turn your headlights on.
B) Turn around and go back, but then I thought of Robert Frost.
C) That's okay. You don't have to keep moving. Just wait til it changes.
Or D) Change lanes.
-- When asked by my teachers what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered, 'Happy'. My teacher told me I didn't understand the question, and I told her that she didn't understand life.
nowhere can become somewhere if YUO break out the shovels and backhoes and create some wonderland no one's ever seen and can later folllow
i'm on my own nowhere road -- but i just started carving out my own unknown path into the forest -- who knows where it'll go.
i hope i get lost.
INSANELY lost.
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even if the road seems to lead nowhere, just keep at it. challenges will obviously occur [like the lake in the picture], thats life. just jump in and swim across, and if you feel like you cant swim through it all, find another bank to restart your life <3 i wish you the best
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---- [...a secret was concealed.] it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands! it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end; where i wrote:
Daily Literature Deviations is a group that is dedicated to bringing literature to the forefront of the deviantArt community. We attempt to accomplish this by daily featuring Literature artists from around the community that deserve the recognition, but are not getting it.
Each day we will feature 10 deviations from the Literature categories in a News Article. In order to support the artists that we feature, we ask that you the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
When it comes to community spirit, `Rushy is a shining example. From participating in devmeets, to providing positive encouragement to other artists, `Rushy can always be found demonstrating what it really takes to be a true deviant. It's without any hesitation that we are delighted to award the Deviousness Award for July 2009 to `RushyRead More
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A) Turn your headlights on.
B) Turn around and go back, but then I thought of Robert Frost.
C) That's okay. You don't have to keep moving. Just wait til it changes.
Or D) Change lanes.
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When asked by my teachers what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered, 'Happy'. My teacher told me I didn't understand the question, and I told her that she didn't understand life.
ಠ_ಠ
i'm on my own nowhere road -- but i just started carving out my own unknown path into the forest -- who knows where it'll go.
i hope i get lost.
INSANELY lost.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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Thank you to ~yukicat for letting me use her sexy avatar
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Mango penguin flamingos tripping over ten-inch heels and ties...
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I cried with the last of the Time Lords. I cried with the Heart of the TARDIS. I cried with them, and Time was in my tears.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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