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Eighty-Nine

I can tell you how I feel without saying one single word.

Eighty-Eight

Does it make you smile when I write about you between the lines?

Eighty-Seven

I write your name in my notebooks from time to time. Calligraphy and all.

Eighty-Six

I can take the lead but I need you to watch over me. Just a bit.

Eighty-Five

I can tell you how it feels to be free.

Eighty-Four

I’m one of those persons who needs to move to think. Move to think.

Eighty-Three

Give me sunshine, fruit and music. I’ll be happy forever.

Eighty-Two


Sometimes, it scares me that I enjoy so much being alone.

Eighty-One

What I enjoy the most of being an adult has more things to do with childhood than with being a grown-up.

Eighty

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Makes me so sad that Time flies away that when I can linger on him, I try to make him fall in love with me so he won’t ever leave me.

Seventy-Nine

I’m never really alone. I’d have to forget about everything and everyone to be completely alone.

Seventy-Eight

I’m addicted to sunlight. As I am to every pleasurable thing in life like hugs, coffee and kisses.

Seventy-Seven

The best way to get over an obsession is to get fixated onto something else. Preferably, something more pleasurable or of quicker gratification than the previous obsession.

Seventy-Six

I’ll leave my dreams on the wayside to fall in love with yours for a while. Then, I’ll pick up mine and keep going.

Seventy-Five

If something is irrational and crazy but pleasant, I’ll probably want to do it.

Seventy-Four

Is there anything better than having a moment of complete self-abandonment, as if possessed?

Seventy-three

Yes, I’m imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but I’ve learned that is OK.

Seventy-Two

“Fantasy is so much more pleasant than reality, and since most people don’t have the power or courage to create such a world, they enjoy being around those who do.” – Robert Greene.

My inner child devilishly enjoys this thought very much.

Seventy-One

“Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n’avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c’est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette.” – Raymond Dufayel in Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain.

Seventy

Women are narcissists, in love with the charms of their own sex.