7 things u should know before you leave
*I learned that not telling which your fears were to people, made them easier for them to go away. Because they belong in your mind.
*Living according to a watch, is just trying to measure something unmeasurable. You can't decide whether a moment is appropiate or not. Short or long, moments are just moments.
*Wherever you are. no matter what, there is always someone watching. be yourself.
*At the end of the day, it's either you crying or you with a smile. it's up to you to decide which way to take.
*Don't spoil moments trying to make them perfect. enjoy them knowing that they are real.
*Each day will be filled with lessons, both big and small. It's up to you to notice them.
*No matter what, never miss home. Embrace life. You'll learn that you are home.














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I had the wonderful opportunity to share this kind of situation, and that's why I liked it the most. Why are we trying to express perfection if it's not possible? Better love what you have, what you really are...enjoy it and make it a true adventure...It's better to live knowing you tried, that knowing you never tried, because of fear...fear to imperfection.
Hope you get my point...^^
Nice one here!!
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"Once you´ve become someone, don´t expect to change who you really are then..."
home
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home T.T
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My Dear Miss March:
I Must Confess That Since I First Laid Eyes On You, I've Thought Of Nothing -And No One- Else...
Yours Until Dawn. Teresa Medeiros
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"Once you´ve become someone, don´t expect to change who you really are then..."
that's why i pick to leave things undone
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My Dear Miss March:
I Must Confess That Since I First Laid Eyes On You, I've Thought Of Nothing -And No One- Else...
Yours Until Dawn. Teresa Medeiros
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R.I.P Uncle Jim i miss hereing you call me sweetpea
with graduation plus studying abroad nostalgia.
i came up with it myself and i almost cried writing the last line.
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My Dear Miss March:
I Must Confess That Since I First Laid Eyes On You, I've Thought Of Nothing -And No One- Else...
Yours Until Dawn. Teresa Medeiros
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R.I.P Uncle Jim i miss hereing you call me sweetpea
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g'a'l'l'e'r'y
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