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Keep true to the dreams of your youth. ↗


— Friedrich Schiller


#keep #true #your #youth

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing. ↗


— Phyllis Diller


#housekeeping #kids

But what I do believe is that if you're a girl who was born in Homsea, a girl who lives in a nothing kind of house with an ordinary kind of family, then you can't know everything about the world and that it's probably good to keep an open mind about things, just in case. ↗


— Karen Tayleur


#family #girl #just-in-case #keep-an-open-mind #open-mind

How can it be wrong? Love picks the right path, not the one of least resistance. ↗


— Debra Anastasia


#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #love

She may be an uggo, but that dress would turn anyone into a rock star. ↗


— Victoria Scott


#lol #rude-thoughts #lol

Kyle’s shrill voice interrupted their moment. “Figured you two would turn this into a scout meeting. Will you get your asses up here? People are waiting. I mean Beckett here has maybe a few hours before he’s bent over a metal toilet getting it up the ass from a guy named Bubba. Do you want him to have fun now or not?” The streetlight illuminated Beckett as he appeared next to Kyle. “Why would I be the bitch? I don’t think that’s a fair f*cking assumption.” Kyle refused to look at him and crossed her arms. “Of course you’d be the bitch. You have dimples. Bitches have dimples. And I bet your ass is soft like two pillows. Bubba’s going to love bouncing off of you.” Beckett stormed away, dragging Kyle with him. “I’ll be the f*cker,” he told her. “Not the f*ckee. The f*cker.” “Fine, a$$hole, you’re the f*cker,” Kyle’s voice faded away as they returned to the party. ↗


— Debra Anastasia


#debra-anastasia #kyle #one-stellar-moment #poughkeepsie #love

No one has really seen me in years.” Blake looked at the sky. “Sometimes I wonder how they know I don’t have a home. I try to dress decently.” He waved a hand at his jeans and army jacket. “I think it just seeps out of me. I’m not the same as everyone else.” He shook his head, pulling himself out of his despair, and looked at Livia again. “But when you saw me for the first time, you actually saw me. You saw me, and then you smiled like I was just the same as everyone else on that platform. ↗


— Debra Anastasia


#love #poughkeepsie #love

I know it doesn’t make noise,” he explained. “Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real piano.” The wistfulness in his tone was aching to hear. “Did it used to have keys on it?” Livia asked. “I did draw them once, but it was in pencil. No matter. My heart knows right where they are.” He watched her as he tickled the pretend keys again. ↗


— Debra Anastasia


#love #poughkeepsie #love

The demand for good bookkeepers is at an all time high as more people make the leap into self-employment each year and need competent bookkeeping help. ↗


— Sylvia Jaumann


#freelance-bookkeeper #business

How dare you touch my cookies, you bastard!” Jason said in utter disgust before popping the cookie into his mouth and heading back to his house. “Damn those looked good, too,” Brad grumbled. Haley sighed. “Don’t worry I have a second plate on my counter.” The words were barely out of her mouth when Jason abruptly changed course and headed towards her house. “Well, there was,” she said, watching Jason walk into her house like he owned it. A minute later he walked out of her house, carrying both plates and the gallon of milk she had in her fridge. He headed back to his house, but not before he glared at Brad. “You cookie thieving bastard,” they heard him mutter. Brad rolled his eyes, chuckling. “And people wonder how I lost weight rooming with him in college. ↗


— R.L. Mathewson


#playing-for-keeps #rl-mathewson #change






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