Fav Quotes

Common sense is genius dressed in its working clothes.

The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday, that’s guaranteed. And I can’t begin to explain that- or the craziness inside myself and everybdy else,but guess what? Sunday is my fav day again

Two of my fav pieces of wisdom from Phoebe: - Men are like parking spots. All the good ones are taken, and those that aren't are inaccessible. - Remember, it's always better to be the smartass rather than the dumbass.

Like countless others, I was afraid to say this out loud because of what the consequences might be. To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. I am and I am bisexual. History will remember us

Why don't I just kill them all as they come in?" Orion said, without the slightest doubt in his ability to kill a billion mals. "Shut up, Lake," I said, having many doubts about his ability to kill a billion mals.

Well right about that time, people, A fur trapper Who was strictly from commercial (Strictly Commershil) Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo (Peek-a-Boo Woo-ooo-ooo) And he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal With a lead-filled snow shoe . . .

Mi nombre es Cade Winston, estudiante de la MFA, voluntario, un hijo de puta y tu novio por las próximas 24 horas. Un placer conocerte.

A veces dejamos que nos traten mal porque ansiamos sentirnos amados y aceptados hasta tal punto que estamos dispuesto a hacer cualquier cosa para conseguirlo. Es muy doloroso comprender que por mucho que lo intentes, que lo desees, no te quieren ni te aceptan tal como eres. Cuando por fin lo comprendes, te arrepientes de todo ese tiempo que has pasado complaciendo a los demás y te preguntas qué será eso tan horrible que hay en ti que incluso les impide fingir que te quieren.

Shit, you name it, they’re performing. The D-Bags, Bending Cupid, the Mighty Storm, Black Falcon, and my fav band

Help us, God our Savior for the glory of your name; deliver us and forgive our sins for your name's sake. Psalm 79:9(my fav bible verse)

energy. It doesn’t change anything, but it’ll show us when our minds are connected, and I thought it would help us concentrate and . . .” His voice trailed off. “You hate them, don’t you?” “Of course not!” She liked them a little too much, actually. She was just trying not to show it. There were a lot of kids staring at them. And whispering. And giggling. Fitz twisted his palms, breaking the rings’ connection. “I guess I should’ve gone with the necklace Biana showed me. You just have so many necklaces—and the last one you got . . .” He didn’t finish the sentence. It would’ve meant mentioning Keefe. “I’m glad you got me these. Seriously. They’re my fave.” She pointed to the “FAV.” That earned her another smile, and Fitz brushed his dark hair off his forehead. “Come on, I’m sure Dex and Biana are getting sick of waiting for us.

People who don’t love math always accuse mathematicians of trying to make math complicated,” Dr. Li had said. “But anyone who does love math knows it’s really the opposite: math rewards simplicity, and mathematicians value it above all else. So it’s no surprise that Walter’s favorite axiom was also the most simple in the realm of mathematics: the axiom of the empty set. “The axiom of the empty set is the axiom of zero. It states that there must be a concept of nothingness, that there must be the concept of zero: zero value, zero items. Math assumes there’s a concept of nothingness, but is it proven? No. But it must exist. “And if we are being philosophical—which we today are—we can say that life itself is the axiom of the empty set. It begins in zero and ends in zero. We know that both states exist, but we will not be conscious of either experience: they are states that are necessary parts of life, even as they cannot be experienced as life. We assume the concept of nothingness, but we cannot prove it. But it must exist. So I prefer to think that Walter has not died but has instead proven for himself the axiom of the empty set, that he has proven the concept of zero. I know nothing else would have made him happier. An elegant mind wants elegant endings, and Walter had the most elegant mind. So I wish him goodbye; I wish him the answer to the axiom he so loved.

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain." -Maven Calore

Castigáis el amor y lo único que conseguís son rebeldes con el corazón por bandera

The axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x, that it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Always, absolutes, nevers: these are words, as much as numbers, that make up the world of mathematics. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality - Dr. Li had once called it coy and twee, a fan dance of an axiom - but he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.

and helped her invent two flavor combinations. “How did you know that chocolate and mint is my favorite?” Fitz asked, peeling off the silver wrapper and devouring the whole fluff in one bite. “I didn’t,” Sophie admitted. “If I had, I wouldn’t have given you any of the butter toffee ones.” “Those look amazing too,” he said, then frowned at his present. “Aren’t you going to open it?” “Shouldn’t I wait until we’re with the others?” “Nah. It’ll be better if it’s just the two of us.” Something about the way he said it made her heart switch to flutter mode, even though she knew Fitz didn’t think of her that way. Her mind raced through a dozen theories as she carefully tore the shimmering paper. But she still wasn’t prepared to find . . . “Rings?” “They go on your thumbs,” Fitz explained. “It’s a Cognate thing.” She wasn’t sure what thumb jewelry had to do with their rare telepathic connection. But she noticed Fitz was wearing an identical set. Each ring had initials stamped into the verdigris metal. SEF on the right—Sophie Elizabeth Foster—and FAV on the left. “Fitzroy Avery Vacker.” “Your full name is Fitzroy?” she asked. “Yeah. No idea what my parents were thinking with that one. But watch this. Try opening your thoughts to mine, and then do this.” He held his hands palm-out, waiting for her to do the same. As soon as she did, the rings turned warm against her skin and snapped their hands together like magnets. “They’re made from ruminel,” Fitz said, “which reacts to mental

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England! Old England! in my love for thee No dream is mine, but blessed memory; Such haunting images and hidden fires Course with the bounding blood of British sires: From British bodies, minds, and souls I come, And from them draw the vision of their home. Awake, Columbia! scorn the vulgar age That bids thee slight thy lordly heritage. Let not the wide Atlantic’s wildest wave Burst the blest bonds that fav’ring Nature gave: Connecting surges ‘twixt the nations run, Our Saxon souls dissolving into one!

You cannot hurt yourself, Daisy. You must not. Hate me, hit me, do anything you want to me. Cut up my suits and set fire to my books. Tear my heart into pieces, scatter them across England. But do not harm yourself" " If you die, I will die, and I will haunt you. I will give you no peace

A fast note about Ice-T's autobiography: There's a section where he tells a story about hanging out with Flavor Flav that involves going to Red Lobster in a Ferrari. I suspect the phrase "going to Red Lobster in a Ferrari" is the most accurate description of Flavor Flav anyone will ever come up with.

But as the weeks rolled on, I realized it wasn’t a lack of glamour that was bothering me. Instead, I kept thinking back to a line Valerie liked to include in her commencements: “Put yourself in the path of lightning.” For just one night, a seventeen-minute comedy monologue was the center of political attention. It was the place to address controversies, to take shots at opponents, to project confidence to the public we served. Now, however, lightning was once again striking the campaign trail. More and more speeches—for both the president and senior staff—were the ones I could not legally write. I kind of liked having job security. I kind of loved drinking Kennedy Center beer. But nothing was as intoxicating as being part of the action. Not long after the dinner, I asked Favs if I could leave the White House for the campaign. He agreed, but proposed a plan that kept me in Washington: I would work on political speeches for POTUS, but from the Democratic National Committee in D.C. Which is how I found myself, a few weeks later, standing beside a conference table covered in turkey pinwheels and cheap champagne. Straut said something generous. Coworkers wrapped leftovers in paper napkins. I turned in my blue badge and BlackBerry. Just like that, I was no longer a government employee.

What I hadn’t realized was that, above all else, Favs was a prodigy. Speechwriters, even great ones, tend to lead either from the head or heart. I was a head-first writer, connecting logical dots and only later adding emotions. Heart-first people went the other way around. Favs was the only true switch-hitter I ever met. His writing was both lyrical and well organized, arcing between timeless values and everyday concerns with astounding ease and grace. Perhaps because he possessed innate talent, Favs tended to separate people into two categories: those who had it and those who did not. I was lucky enough to be lumped into the haves. From the day I arrived he acted as if, all evidence to the contrary, his team benefited from having me around. “So, is it amazing?” friends would ask. Of course it was amazing. Sometimes Kathy, Valerie’s assistant, would explain that we needed to reschedule a meeting because Valerie had been called into the Oval. She said this casually, as though her boss had been put on hold with the cable company and not summoned by the leader of the free world. Other times I would watch Favs and the POTUS speechwriters spitball lines for a set of remarks. A few days later, I would see those exact same lines on the front page of the New York Times. It was unbelievable. I felt like Cinderella at the ball.

I love you, Shanna. I want you to share my life and that which belongs to me. I want to build you a mansion, as you father did for your mother, as my parents did here. I want to give you children, with dark hair and light, and watch them grow, bathed in our love. I have properties on the James. The land is good, and ‘twill nourish our offsprings. It only waits your word to say where the house will be.

Вот таким видят меня люди — вопреки истине. А может, на самом-то деле я еврейский полукровка с неотвязной склонностью к самоуничтожению, потративший годы на то, чтобы ее обуздать? Может, мой дух и характер поражены недугами, которые порой подталкивают меня к мыслям о самоубийстве, а затем оставляют на время — отчаявшимся, снедаемым нелюбовью, отвращением к себе? Может, я периодически начинаю казаться себе неудачником, человеком, ничего толком не добившимся, и мною овладевает страшное понимание того, что, какими бы дарованиями ни наделила меня природа, я изменил им, надругался над ними и ими пренебрег? Может, я сомневаюсь в моей способности стать, хотя бы когда-нибудь, счастливым? Может, меня одолевают опасения за мой рассудок, нравственную состоятельность, будущее?

Самому себе: Не читать, пока мне не исполнится двадцать пять лет Я знаю, что ты почувствуешь, когда прочтешь это. Ты смутишься. Ты презрительно усмехнешься и станешь сыпать сарказмами. Что же, скажу тебе так: все, что я чувствую сейчас, все, чем я сейчас являюсь, правдивее и лучше того, чем я когда-либо стану. Когда бы то ни было. Сейчас я – это я, настоящий. Каждый день, который отделит меня от того, кто пишет это, будет предательством и поражением. Думаю, ты, изобразив умудренное отвращение или, в лучшем случае, позабавленную терпимость, сомнешь мое письмо в комок, но в глубине души ты будешь знать, будешь знать, что сминаешь то, чем ты действительно, действительно был. Сейчас я пребываю в возрасте, в котором воистину существую. Отныне моя жизнь будет разворачиваться у меня за спиной. И я говорю тебе сейчас, и ЭТО ПРАВДА – большая, чем все, что я когда-либо напишу, прочувствую или узнаю. ТО, ЧТО Я ЕСТЬ СЕЙЧАС, – ЭТО Я, ТО, ЧЕМ Я СТАНУ, – ЛОЖЬ.

Zero has had a long history. The Babylonians invented the concept of zero; the ancient Greeks debated it in lofty terms (how could something be nothing?); the ancient Indian scholar Pingala paired Zero with the numeral 1 to get double digits; and both the Mayans and the Romans made Zero a part of their numeral systems. But Zero finally found its place around AD 498, when the Indian astronomer Aryabhatta sat up in bed one morning and exclaimed, "Sthanam sthanam dasa gunam" — which translates, roughly as, "place to place in ten times in value". With that, the idea of decimal based place value notion was born. Now Zero was on a roll: It spread to the Arab world, where it flourished; crossed the Iberian Peninsula to Europe (thanks to the Spanish Moors); got some tweaking from the Italians; and eventually sailed the Atlantic to the New World, where zero ultimately found plenty of employment (together with the digit 1) in a place called Silicon Valley.

Hi again ! My fav quote from "Kisses from Katie " By Katie J Davis frm page 174 As an 8 year old ,when I first started hearing Céline Dion’s songs, I did not realize that she was almost always singing about someone she is sooooo desperately in love with ! She has such longing and such agony as she is away from her lover .But now a I feel so much longing for my boyfriend whom Im losing .I see a lesson in this : I think the way Celine Dion feels about her lover is the way God must feel about the church ,which in some ways seems to have strayed so far from Him . I think God allowed me to REALLY MISS my boyfriend so I could catch a tiny glimpse of what God’s heart must feel as the church strays into religion and away from things that are so important to Him like helping the impoverished, unwanted people of the world . He longs and desires for my heart to come back to Him each and every minute of each and every day . God so deeply ,passionately , desperately loves us . He intensely longs for his lover to come back to his teachings of giving all we a have to Him ,our beloved , who lives in the hearts of the suffering poor people of this world and unite as a community in an effort to serve HIM in Them and I am so awed by his love for me .I feel so precious and dear to him that He is singing to me even more longingly and passionately than Celine Dion sings to her lover. That is pretty WONDERFUL !!! Satan is not a fan of God our love affair with God and so Satan is battling every day to keep us from giving our hearts to God. I am becoming more keenly aware than ever before of this battle between God and Satan to claim my heart . The devil tricks us into giving our hearts to materialistically selfish desires: wanting more and more for ourselves so we forget Love for God and our neighbor. So that we trade our noble inheritance : the precious treasure of LOVE God wants to shower on us which no money or processions can buy for more ME ME ME . No where in the bible does it say I deserve a reward (boy friend and material abundance ) here on this earth but it does say that I will have a joy so great that it is greater than all good things of this world combined . Colossians 3:23 says “Whatever work you do do it with all your heart (it does not say “and after this work you deserve a long hot bath and some me time “ it does say “Serve with all your heart since you KNOW that you will receive an in heritance in heaven from the Lord as a reward “ …And we KNOW in our hearts that God is ALL we need to overflow with joy …. (Matthew 19-21 says Do not lay up for your selves treasures in this world where moth and rust doth corrupt …..but lay up for yourselves treasure (Love for God )which will be yours for eternity “ Bless you , Dari

Yet in 2012, he returned. Plenty of the speechwriters were livid. The club was the embodiment of everything we had promised to change. Was it really necessary to flatter these people, just because they were powerful and rich? In a word, yes. In fact, thanks to the Supreme Court, the rich were more powerful than ever. In 2010, the court’s five conservative justices gutted America’s campaign finance laws in the decision known as Citizens United. With no more limits to the number of attack ads they could purchase, campaigns had become another hobby for the ultrawealthy. Tired of breeding racehorses or bidding on rare wines at auction? Buy a candidate instead! I should make it clear that no one explicitly laid out a strategy regarding the dinner. I never asked point-blank if we hoped to charm billionaires into spending their billions on something other than Mitt Romney’s campaign. That said, I knew it couldn’t hurt. Hoping to mollify the one-percenters in the audience, I kept the script embarrassingly tame. I’ve got about forty-five more minutes on the State of the Union that I’d like to deliver tonight. I am eager to work with members of Congress to be entertaining tonight. But if Congress is unwilling to cooperate, I will be funny without them. Even for a politician, this was weak. But it apparently struck the right tone. POTUS barely edited the speech. A few days later, as a reward for a job well done, Favs invited me to tag along to a speechwriting-team meeting with the president. I had not set foot in the Oval Office since my performance of the Golden Girls theme song. On that occasion, President Obama remained behind his desk. For larger gatherings like this one, however, he crossed the room to a brown leather armchair, and the rest of us filled the two beige sofas on either side. Between the sofas was a coffee table. On the coffee table sat a bowl, which under George W. Bush had contained candy but under Obama was full of apples instead. Hence the ultimate Oval Office power move: grab an apple at the end of a meeting, polish it on your suit, and take a casual chomp on your way out the door. I would have sooner stuck my finger in an electrical socket. Desperate not to call attention to myself, I took the seat farthest away and kept my eyes glued to my laptop. I allowed myself just one indulgence: a quick peek at the Emancipation Proclamation. That’s right, buddy. Look who’s still here. It was only at the very end of the meeting, as we rose from the surprisingly comfy couches, that Favs brought up the Alfalfa dinner. The right-wing radio host Laura Ingraham had been in the audience, and she was struck by the president’s poise. “She was talking about it this morning,” Favs told POTUS. “She said, ‘I don’t know if Mitt Romney can beat him.

Вы, наверное, уже заметили, что вся история моей жизни вращается вокруг проблем с телесным «я». И безрассудное удовлетворение мною физических аппетитов, и жалкая неприязнь к собственному телесному облику были предметом постоянного рассмотрения для моей личной патологической теологии, которая бóльшую часть жизни лишала меня каких ни на есть беззаботности и покоя. Я не хочу показаться вам нытиком, жалующимся на злую судьбу, или претендовать на уникальную чувствительность либо восприимчивость к подобного рода бедам, однако почти каждую минуту каждого моего дня я остро ощущаю себя повинным в бесчисленных прегрешениях. В том, что я пью слишком много кофе, уделяю слишком мало внимания работе, недостаточно быстро отвечаю на электронную почту. В том, что не звоню людям, которым обещал позвонить. Слишком редко бываю в спортивном зале. Слишком много ем. Слишком много пью. Отказываюсь выступать на благотворительных обедах. Медленно читаю и комментирую присылаемые мне — не по моей, впрочем, просьбе — сценарии. Все это проступки почти ничего не значащие, жалкие частички планктона в глубинах океана греховности — да, конечно, — однако во мне они порождают точно такие же панику, приниженность и потребность облегчить душу исповедью, какие терзают наиболее склонных к самоуничижению кальвинистов в наиболее смиренной их и жалкой горячке покаяния. Я не верю в существование Бога, Судного дня или искупающего грехи наши Спасителя, но испытываю стыд и трепет, предаюсь самобичеванию совершенно так же, как самый благочестивый и истеричный аскет, да еще и без дешевых обещаний насчет того, что наградой мне станут прощение и Божественные объятия, в кои примут меня на небесах.

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature...Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. Helen Keller Fav.

I need more retweets, I need the favs, am I alive, etc., and I know people are like, shut up already, what are you, a narcissist, what are you, a woman, what are you, and the crux of it is I hate myself for having those thoughts and for wanting to write and for wanting attention. What this means is that I’ve lost the ability to not give a fuck and write. When I say “lost” I mean “I never had it”. This is not a bad thing at all but capitalist ideology posits solipsism as a triumph, an admirable thing, a wonderful starting point. Or maybe it’s both the starting point and the goal. You are supposed to not care. I know that this idea of not-caring-what-you-think-of-me needs to be historicised, raced, and gendered, before it can mean anything. Some of us get away with not-caring! Are rewarded handsomely, in fact! Make pots of money off of not-caring! And some of us care too much and then we die.

Continuammo a fissarci per cinque lunghi secondi, mentre miriadi di mondi e vite parallele che avrebbero potuto essere e non saranno mai vorticavano intorno a noi.

What would you do, if you´re every single move would be a success and never a miss? There´s no shadow without a light Let your dreams run free the dreams hold the key of winning your fears and there it appears the will you always had From one of my fav albums by the band AHOLA (Tug of War) written by J. Ahola

Я ЖЕРТВА ЦЕПИ НЕСЧАСТНЫХ СЛУЧАЙНОСТЕЙ, КАК И ВСЕ МЫ.

We live in a world where ppl will tongue thrash u 4 dissing their fav celebrity but sit silent when hearing gossip about a friend

I go through so much toxic friendships, toxic relationships, bullying&more so much in my life! I’m very emotional and 100% Savage Queen for life! I’m so grateful, so thankful and so lucky to have my fam, my close friends, my best friends, my mutual friends, my therapists&my loved ones who are so aware of my mental health issues that I go through so much! They’re always emotionally being there for me no matter what to sympathize and empathize my feelings, my thoughts, my situations &my opinions! Love them so much too as my fav loved ones!

Don’t mess with me and my fav 100% Savage Best Friend Anna! We’re so emotional 100% Savage Sisters for life! Wr truly don’t give a fuck about players who are playing around with our feelings. Players are north worth it&we stay away from players too! Of course, We forgive them and accept people’s apologies many times who hurted our feelings. But, it does take about a week for me&her to heal from them too to stay calm for sure. We give people unlimited chances to forgive them too! Be careful with us too for how everyone treats us too! My fav 100% Savage Best Friend Anna protects me and I always do protect her as sisters&as best friends! I’m so grateful and so thankful to have her in my life as my fav 100% Savage Best Friend&my fav 100% Savage Sister for life too! Love her so much in my life!

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So excited to see my fav 100% Savage Korean Fam in Korea soon in November 9! Love them so much and 100% Savage Fam Squad for life! Love my fav 100% Savage Cousins Sam, David&Ashley so much! They're the best 100% Savage cousins for life! 100% Savage Fam Squad for life! They&I treat each other so well as 100% Savage Kings&100% Savage Queens to each other! They love to be called as 100% Savage Kings&100% Savage Queens to each other! Lol! They&I are 100% Savage Kings&100% Savage Queens for life in my 100% Savage Kingdom!

Don’t mess with me&my fav 100% Savage Best Friends Anna, Charlotte! They’re always there to protect me and I’m always there for them to protect them too! Love them so much&they know everything about me&I know them about everything too!

But if my team and I could take pride in the substance of what we’d achieved, we also had to acknowledge what had become obvious even before the bill was signed: Dodd-Frank’s historic reforms weren’t going to give us much of a political lift. Despite valiant efforts by Favs and the rest of my speechwriters, it was hard to make “derivative clearinghouses” and “proprietary trading bans” sound transformational. Most of the law’s improvements to the system would remain invisible to the public—more a matter of bad outcomes prevented than tangible benefits gained.

My fav 100% Savage Best Friends Anna, Charlotte knows everything about me and I'm, so grateful, so thankful, feeling so loved, feeling so supported to have them in my life as best friends for life! Love them so much! They&I are 100% Savage Sisters&100% Savage Best Friends for life! Don't mess with them&me! They're always there for me&everyone in my life!

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the Lord will guide you always. Isaiah 55:11(my fav bible verse)

Fear Not, For I am with you. Isaiah 41:10(my fav bible verse)

Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Proverbs 3:5(my fav bible verse)

Be still and know that I'm with you. Psalm 46:10(my fav bible verse)

Now set your heart and your soul to seek the Lord your God. 1 Chronicles 22:19(my fav bible verse)

Whatever you ask in prayer, Believe that you have received it and it will be yours. Mark 11:24(my fav bible verse)

Take delight in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4(my fav bible verse)

God is waiting for you to accept his grace. It will completely change your life. Let Go&Accept God's Love(my fav christianity quote)

Now set your heart and your soul to seek the Lord your God; arise therefore and build you the sanctuary of the Lord God... 1 Chronicles 22:19(my fav bible verse)

was going to play Star Wars, Dragonball Z, Sky landers, watch movies, catch up on all my fav cartoons and TV shows, overdose on Minecraft and eat chocolate and ice-cream straight from the container. Man it was going to be an insanely cool holiday.

I love you, Shanna. I want you to share my life and that which belongs to me. I want to build you a mansion, as you father did for your mother, as my parent did here. I want to give you children, with dark hair and light, and watch them grow, bathed in our love. I hav properties on the James. The land is good, and ‘twill nourish our offsprings. It only waits your word to say where the house will be.

I truly don't give a fuck about cheaters, liars, racists, rude people! I'm 100% Savage Queen for life! Don't mess with me, my fav 100% Savage Bf, my fav 100% Savage best friends, my fav 100% Savage close friends&my fav 100% Savage fam!

First, I was going to put my bean bag in front of the TV and superglue my big fat bum to it from the moment the sun came up until the moment it went down. I was going to play Star Wars, Dragonball Z, Sky landers, watch movies, catch up on all my fav cartoons and TV shows, overdose on Minecraft and eat chocolate and ice-cream straight from the container. Man it was going to be an insanely cool holiday.

See it for what it is, don't make it worse than it is" - My fav mantra

Revolution tastes oddly…sweet.

I had a better chance of getting hit by a meteorite than I did running into Christian Harper twice in the same week outside the Mirage. In New York no less. But when I looked up, there he was. Chiseled cheekbones and whiskey eyes, sin and danger all wrapped up in a flawless suit.

Alli’s Gin-Gins Half lime squeezed (Jamaican lime is my fav) 2 oz. (2.5 oz. for me) dry gin—Tanqueray preferred Ice to chill the gin Top with ginger ale (my fav is ginger beer for an added punch) Splash of grenadine to make it pretty

Me quedé sola, alegre por su afecto. El amor florecía como el amaranto, pensé, encontrando un nuevo lugar donde ser plantado, mientras otro era llevado lejos.

My fav uncle is not feeling very well at the moment and he hurted his back! His back bones are not sticking up at the moment even though he's still in the hospital right now too! Hopefully, my fav uncle feels a lot better and I'm going through a lot rn anyways too!