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best-childhood-book · 4 months
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its-a-beautful-day · 7 months
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@i-m-snek continues to take the most photoshopable images of their pets
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boydswan · 1 year
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GENE TIERNEY in Where the Sidewalk Ends (1950) dir. Otto Preminger
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el-im · 1 year
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Yesterday, I put three Hershey kisses in my pocket to eat on my drive home. I completely forgot about them (thanks recently diagnosed ADHD) until I got home and Put my hand in my pocket. Melted chocolate was smushed all in my fingers.
My husband took my car to work today and, apparently, at some point yesterday I put my car key in the pocket with the chocolate in it. While at work, I received this:
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😂😂😂 He’s been reading a little too much Where the SideWalk Ends to our son.
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Well, Shel Silverstein, you have your answer.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
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twicedailyquotes · 1 year
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
Shel Silverstein
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officiallychocolatte · 3 months
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They always ask where the sidewalk ends
but never ask how the sidewalk ends
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theromanticistera · 3 months
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Love as we know it (a thread):
I think my love for tragedies is because of their lack of containment and disappearing moments. The feeling that whatever i am feeling is for the very first and last time acknowledging the fact that I won't ever feel like this ever again for anyone in any circumstances. Whatever i have felt, experienced for the first time will always be a sacred memory which i will preserve. The very belief that whatever happens in the future, I will always reminisce the feeling of warmth I felt on the very first day. That's what tragedy is, it's the mother of beauty. Whatever we find tragic we try to make it last forever.
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pfei-guy · 9 months
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diedin2009 · 10 months
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thecrumpetqueen · 2 years
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can’t think can’t focus just wasting away
brand new city, mitski//where the sidewalk ends, sidney gish//oom sha la la, haley hendrickx
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el-im · 1 year
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