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Peace Truth

When your 110 ๐Ÿค—

If youโ€™re going to tell people the truth, be funny or theyโ€™ll kill you ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜โœจ๐Ÿ˜

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“Oh my God, what if you wake up someday, and you’re 65, or 75, 85, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid?

It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.” ๐Ÿค—

I will still love you when your 105 . ๐Ÿค—

And whiskers down to the ground ๐Ÿ˜

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)