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The Places You Found LoveEveryone, but you especially as a woman, is biologically programmed to find babies cute. It's an evolutionary imperative, because the rational thing to do when you've got a screaming, shitting dependant taking up your food, is to kill it, and we need something to stop us doing that. It's also why people are generally attracted to big eyes and smooth skin - because they're characteristics of children.
And I'm not saying this to detract from the beauty of parenthood, or to make you sad, I'm saying it to point out that this fact doesn't make a baby's laugh any less wonderful. And I don't think the source of anything can make it less so.
This is why I can point out that any form of love isn't God or fate or destiny, it's that if two people have a strong emotional attachment, their children are more likely to survive.
Atomic bombs are beautiful.
So I will say that the me I am now, will and always has been feeling what I feel, but that sentence doesn't even make sense until we consider that
The Reasons We DieWhat I meant to say was that sometimes I just stare at the cigarette in my hands and beg for it to stop messing around and just kill me already.
But I figured you don't want to hear that.
The Shifting Nature of RealityYou asked me, "In these dreams, what does it look like?" I told you it looks different every time. Sometimes it's like a million feathers falling, sometimes it's like snow, sometimes it's like little stones, sometimes like ash, sometimes like a fine sand blowing across the hills. It's always silent. It falls around me but it never touches me. It never sticks. I told you sometimes I see dim figures walking in the distance through all the falling white. I told you I wish one would turn around and come to me. I wish one had your face. I wish the pink of your cheeks and blue of your eyes would appear to me unveiled from out of the drift. But the sad small figures don't turn around. They walk on, shoulders low, and disappear. I just watch them. You said, "I'm here now," and touched my hand. "I'm here now."
The Time Gone ByTick tock. All day. Every day is tick tocking by. There is no clock in your office that ticks or tocks, but you can hear the tick tock in your head. Tick. That's another second of your life gone, you think. Tock. That's one more second waiting for the man to tell you what to do. Tick. I'm a thinker, you think. Tock. Time to be a doer. Tick. You walk into your boss' office. Tock. I quit.
The clock stops.
The NuancePlay it one more time please, I need to hear it again. I need to make sure that its the only sound in my head. Play it again for me, I want to hear it once more. I want to make sure the only sound is correct. I don't want to hear that stare again. I don't want to see those words. I'll play the part again, I need to play it again. I need to make sure that every note is right. Give me a second to rehearse that part once more, I haven't been playing it right this entire time. I know it might sound right to you, but it doesn't sound right to me. I can't hear those words anymore. I never want to see that stare again. I have to keep playing. I never want to hear that again.
The Silence Goes On For YearsIn case of emergency, break glass. Throw plates. Cave to the insecurities you've harbored all along. Scream. Curse. Panic. Accuse her of never loving you, even though you know she did and still does. Tell her you never loved her. Tell yourself. Feel the world crumbling around you. Rip the rest of it down. Ignore her pleas. Her tears. Your regrets. Watch yourself leave, unable to stop your own feet. Slam the door. Keep walking. Realize, too late, that you didn't mean it.
The Art of Finding FlawsMaybe that's all it means, to grow up; to watch your heroes become human, right before your eyes.
the Millennia LaterDesolation has its own stark beauty. It's in the limbs of dead trees twisting up, pleading at the grey sky. It's in the air, cold with a faint hint of smoke and the barest breeze that stirs up the dust at your feet. The white-grey ash falls like snowflakes, dusting your hair, your coat, your mask. You catch one of the flakes and it crumbles between your gloved fingers. The ground is packed as hard as concrete under your boots as you turn your back on this cold, still world. You look up; the moon is barely visible. You will carry that memory with you as you go back underground. Mankind no longer has use for the stars.
EpiphanyEpiphany - is an experience of sudden and striking realization. Generally the term is used to describe scientific breakthrough, religious or philosophical discoveries, but it can apply in any situation in which an enlightening realization allows a problem or situation to be understood from a new and deeper perspective.
Enlightened I am now in the shadow of the sun
that creeps through my window
in the corner of my room
My situation is heightened by an awareness of an utter reality
that I have come full circle in my life so far
This realization that ma
Religious Separation. Higher Preparation.Religious Separation. Higher Preparation.
The brightest of stars, expelling and resonating the most heavenly of higher powers.
From where in the stars originate ours?
We are merely a spec within the largest machine ever seen~ I recommend attempting to improve your insight; maybe even intervene.
Have you ever seen the beautiful magnitude of solar systems grouped together over time accrued, especially when looked upon from an outside view?
The perception of scientifically proven information, live one of our greatest inventions, and so too reserve the possibility of a massive mankind redemption; dependent if we are resilient and endure: but only if we change our misconception.
Which scientific or theological explanation do you prefer, and are they beliefs built from good intention?
A greater existence rests the fate of those whom are willing to decide for themselves.
My only limitation is knowing when this will occur, which will unveil the curtain m
Thoughts on leaving our mark on this world.We all wish to make a mark on this world. Trying to succeed in our lives so we will always be remembered, and thus we do all we can to make our mark. Most of us think you must do grand things to do so. This in turn has made the worst and the best out of us. Some causing nothing but pain to others in the worst possible way while others helped people in the best of ways. Yet we all see this and we all wish it, but we all already have made our mark on this world. No matter how small it may seem. We do not need to do horrific or grand things in life. For the people we meet the things we have done in our lives and the work we do to better our lives or worsen it have in its own right caused us to make our own mark. Even I thought of such a thing. Not wanting to be forgotten to be remembered by all. So I thought that if I dreamed of ruling the world one day people will know who I was when I was alive.
Now that dream is basically impossible but it was just a dream none the less. S
The KeepersIn life you will realize that there is a purpose for everyone you meet. Some will test you, some will use you, and some will teach you. But most important are the ones that bring out the best in you. Those are the ones worth keeping around.
Oh How She Wonders...She wants to go to somebody, its strange she's never needed to before. Her names Araya and she had meet he biological father about two in a half years ago, she was only 14, her birthday was in two weeks. It was his birthday when she met him, she was the present if a lifetime.
A few months pasted and everything was great but she had a weird feeling, one she shouldn't take. But she did one night when he showed the same feelings, he said he was scared and she said she was too because "It would be weird." But once they were all on the same page everything was okay, exciting and gay.
She took up on an offer she should've never done and kept an intimate relationship with him. She promised not to cheat but it was hard to be in a relationship she couldn't show. It killed her inside. And she dated a guy her age, broke her dads trust. She was never to do it again. Never to go out from under his wing again. And she didn't; at least for a little while.
About 8 months after being clean and doing ev
La vida es inevitableGuatemala, 05/12/2013
La vida es inevitable
(En memoria de Nelson Mandela)
Porque nadie vive físicamente para siempre, todos debemos morir en su momento. Dicen que la muerte no tiene solución y yo pregunto ¿desde cuándo es un problema? Aquellos que murieron viven para siempre en el corazón de quienes los recuerdan. Viven porque la vida es inevitable.
The Hollow CityI've got this feeling like I want to dance in falling ash. I want to revel in the rotting softness of it against my skin, in the morbid beauty of death. I want to lie down and make an angel in the remains of a once great city. I want to be alone in the ruins. I want to run through abandoned streets I own because no one else will have them. I want a broken place to hang my head and hide a smile because I know, eventually, the whole world will come to this.
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