Store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven
where moth and rust cannot destroy and thieves cannot break in and steal

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

When everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, then finally end up turning my heart inside out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and I keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be, and what I could be if only there were no other people in the world.”
Anne Frank

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