The boy died last night. Cancer. I didn't know. When I found out, I tried to stop him from giving up. I tried.
I beat someone up too. Slammed him into numerous walls on the way to the front door when he refused to leave. I asked him nicely. He just wouldn't take the hint.
I can be rather scary.
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- SarahJane.
- London/Horsham, The South East, United Kingdom
- Wow, life. It's unlike anything in fiction.
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My favourite quotes. Misc.
- William James: To change one's life, start immediately, do it flamboyantly, no exceptions.
- Thomas Moore: The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.
- Agatha Christie: I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
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