I actually love this, alot.
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Corina (cor-ee-na).
Some people call me Caribbean or perhaps Bean. I am a healthy, decently sane person. And I am no different from anyone else. A simple human being living on the earth and ruining the planet. I respect people who respect me, earn my respect, and deserve to be respected. There's not much to me. I am seventeen years young, still in high school, and have no idea what I want to do with my life. I have few friends, lots of acquaintances, and no true enemies. I do not hate people I just hate what they do.
There is no such thing as normal. There is no such thing as perfect. Both are just a state of mind and an opinion.
98.9% of everything I post on here is not mine. I take no claim to it. But 100% it expresses my thoughts and emotions.
I'm very open minded, always craving conversation, and would love to here your opinions. So don't be shy.
fallow me.
Some people call me Caribbean or perhaps Bean. I am a healthy, decently sane person. And I am no different from anyone else. A simple human being living on the earth and ruining the planet. I respect people who respect me, earn my respect, and deserve to be respected. There's not much to me. I am seventeen years young, still in high school, and have no idea what I want to do with my life. I have few friends, lots of acquaintances, and no true enemies. I do not hate people I just hate what they do.
There is no such thing as normal. There is no such thing as perfect. Both are just a state of mind and an opinion.
98.9% of everything I post on here is not mine. I take no claim to it. But 100% it expresses my thoughts and emotions.
I'm very open minded, always craving conversation, and would love to here your opinions. So don't be shy.
fallow me.
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Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the to the level of everyday’s
most quite need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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