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Shaving a beard in style →
Arianne Plasencia is the name that this computer-generated box gave me. I like the name Arianne :)
American History X
I cannot believe that it has taken me this long to see this movie. Although I am sure that you all have seen this classic film, let me walk you through it. It is about a skin head and his family, more particularly, his younger brother. The choices that the older brother makes after the death of his father leads to a downward spiral of the family’s life, and in the end the audience sits in...
Cellar Door: Oh, the lessons I have learned. →
katzya: Beggar: Sir, can you spare some change? Protagonist: Is it rude to ask why? Beggar: I’m saving up to by a glow stick. Protagonist: You have no home. You go days without food. By the looks of you, you haven’t had a proper shower in months and you are occupying this…
I am tired. I am tired of everyone telling me that I am capable; that I am strong; that I am loved. I tired of being looked upon with eyes of sympathy. As though I am an infant, just introduced to the world with a terminal disease that will prevent me from understanding what I see. I am tired of the idea that there is something or someone of greater positive force that is bestowing goodness to...
Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a...– Sylvia Plath (via zuhairs)
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.– Cormac McCarthy
Create YOUR own reality.
Once you reach that deep level of depression, and you realize there is no further depth to be explore, a mental crack occurs. The pressure amounts and you feel you have no hope for an immediate future. However, one day when you give up trying to fix the crack, let it spill out and it will be an amazing discovery of pure happiness. You will laugh to the point of insanity and you smile with muscle...
I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and...– John Green, Looking for Alaska (via katzya)
Being Blog: The God Who Fits Our Agenda: 9/11 Then... →
beingblog: by Debra Dean Murphy, special contributor Photo by Aftab Uzzaman/Flickr, CC BY-NC 2.0 September 11, 2001 was a Tuesday. Most of us remember that day and what we were doing around nine o’clock that morning. (I was at the veterinarian’s office; we had just gotten a puppy the…
True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass...– Arthur Ashe (via essenceofhumanity)