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Take the colours of my imagination / Take the scent hanging in the air / Take this tangle of a conversation / Turn it into your own prayer . . . Do you feel loved? #U2024 (Week 1 of 52)
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Who's going to tame the heart of thee?
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Love is Blindness 💙
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And a woman needs a man / Like a fish needs a bicycle
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U2 Zoo Station 💚
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Venetian (Las Vegas) ❤️‼️
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A million things can die in this world, but not my love for you 4.5.24
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Day (Night) 2
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… . Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
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Would You Buy a $1.5 Million Copy of Breakfast at Tiffany’s?
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Back In Time (On The Road Paperback)
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why people love spring… 🌸💐💕… thank you, April
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Here are the #tulips, budded and full-blown, their swoops and dips, their gloss and poses, the satin of their darks. #MargaretAtwood
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When you're happy, you enjoy the music but when you're sad, you understand the lyrics. Frank Ocean
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A bleeding heart is a wounded soul that still believes in the power of love.
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Love never dies (6/3/24💛)
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To love can never be a sin… it would be a sin not to love 🌈
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practice kindness...
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what is love?…
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Medicine at midnight / But it ain't no cure / Medicine at midnight howling / But it ain't no cure / I may be sick, but you know I'm yours
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7/26/24… When you're tryin' to throw your arms around the world…
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The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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I was thinking today of my greatest happiness, a walk along a cliff by the sea, and you at the end of it. Virginia Woolf
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Savannah (1819)
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but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, even for elderly people, that this was life?--startling, unexpected, unknown? Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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"My perspective has been shaped and colored by all the names that encircle these voids. I've learned that when I attempt to fill a void with art, I'm really encircling it with practice, participation, and love." Es Devlin
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Our time is never really ours. It’s borrowed. We live in an optical illusion united into ONE by architecture, art, literature, music, poetry… tiny particles intertwined into a single universe of love.
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your voices
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I can’t live / With or without you
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live forever
