You are here: It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, and if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and habbohotel coins closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide or fade it or fix habbohotel coins.
I want to know if you can be with habbohotel coins joy, mine or your own, and if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being a human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to habbohotel coins yourself, and if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see the beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from its presence(habbo credits).
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