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the person who typed this
The problem with short quotes is that they are not an accurate representation of your …

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"qwerty" is, ironically, rather difficult to type in Dvorak...

Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
Jeg får feil ved "k" i ", ​​kjent tap" selv om jeg skriver rett!

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Phoebe Waller-Bridge - Fleabag
I want someone to tell me what to wear every morning. I want someone to tell me what to eat. What to like, what to hate, what to rage about, what to listen to, what band to like, what to buy tickets for, what to joke about, what not to joke about. I want someone to tell me what to believe in, who to vote for, and who to love, and how to tell them. I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, Father, because so far I think I've been getting it wrong.

for the one who said they dont want more taylor lyrics - eyes open - taylor swift
The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children, playing soldiers just pretending, dreaming dreams with happy endings, in backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords, but now we've stepped into a cruel world, where everybody stands and keeps score, keep your eyes open, everybody's waiting for you to breakdown everybody's watching to see the fallout, even when you're sleeping, keep your eyes open.

BBC writers - Merlin Rant
I'm too busy running around after Arthur. Do this Merlin. Do that Merlin. And when I'm not running around after Arthur, I'm doing chores for you. And if I'm not doing that, I'm fulfilling my destiny. Do you know how many times I've saved Arthur's life? I've lost count. Do I get any thanks? No. I have fought griffins, witches, bandits, I have been punched, poisoned pelted with fruit...

zeppazariel - Crimson Rivers
Almost casually, James rolls his head to the side to look at him, a strain around his eyes. He doesn't turn away from the sunrise, doesn't do anything other than glance over at Regulus with a small smile. It's a sad one. His eyes flick down to the dagger in Regulus' hand, then right back up to hold his gaze. You're hesitating love, James says softly. Regulus releases a rattling breath. He hasn't even raised his dagger. He's trembling. His vision is blurring. This is it, isn't it? The real test.