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After a long boring day I went to my kids open house,
and promptly realized school is preparing them for a long boring life.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 30, 2013
After a long boring day I went to my kids open house, and promptly realized school is preparing them for a long boring life.
What a wonderful world it would be, were everyone the same as me.
Nay!
What a terrible place this would be, where none different to me.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 30, 2013
What a wonderful world it would be, were everyone the same as me. Nay! What a terrible place this would be, where none different to me.
Though you can drag a man to words, you cannot make him think.@amiegallette {I'm glad the same isn't true of the lovliest of ladies:)}
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 30, 2013
Though you can drag a man to words, you cannot make him think.
The thing we most strive for, we already have – individuality.@MoonlightSoul_
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 30, 2013
The thing we most strive for, we already have – individuality.
Those we know,
yet have never met,
nor ever will.#that— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 30, 2013
Those we know, yet have never met, nor ever will. #that
You can't purchase peace with violence,
nor can you compel love.@GeneralMom— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 31, 2013
You can’t purchase peace with violence, nor can you compel love.
When the tyrant holds the gun,
you'd better believe the people will succumb.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 31, 2013
When the tyrant holds the gun, you’d better believe the people will succumb.
When words are the best we can do,
they're never enough.#that— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 31, 2013
When words are the best we can do, they’re never enough. #that
When you're crucified with words, you don't bleed,
yes, you might shed a tear of woe,
but you can get back up,
and go.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 31, 2013
When you’re crucified with words, you don’t bleed, yes, you might shed a tear of woe, but you can get back up, and go.
When words are nothing more than hollow little things.
That.
I truly hate that.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) August 31, 2013