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You will have bad times, but they will always wake you up to the stuff you weren’t paying attention to.
Robin Williams, Good Will Hunting (1997).


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“Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to.” [Quiet, Susan Cain]

“Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to.” [Quiet, Susan Cain]



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What she liked about the roof was there was no one else up there with her. Her dad was downstairs walking on the floors and she was climbing through her window, scraping up her knees to get up there.
"I know you’re up there," he told her one night.
"I don’t care." She took a drag of her cigarette. "If I don’t see you, and you don’t see me, then I’m not actually up there." 

What she liked about the roof was there was no one else up there with her. Her dad was downstairs walking on the floors and she was climbing through her window, scraping up her knees to get up there.

"I know you’re up there," he told her one night.

"I don’t care." She took a drag of her cigarette. "If I don’t see you, and you don’t see me, then I’m not actually up there." 



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She was one giant mess of things and I wonder if she even noticed.

She was one giant mess of things and I wonder if she even noticed.



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"I like that mark on your face."
I smiled. “Yeah?”
"Yeah. It suits you."

"I like that mark on your face."

I smiled. “Yeah?”

"Yeah. It suits you."



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You know you’re on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back.
Unknown.


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I was shoved in a corner. There was a wall to my left as I laid on my back. My feet scraped a wall at night. I had every book I could imagine. They were fun to look at from the outside. I didn’t dare open one.

I was shoved in a corner. There was a wall to my left as I laid on my back. My feet scraped a wall at night. I had every book I could imagine. They were fun to look at from the outside. I didn’t dare open one.



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