walking down the stairs to check on the dog
the grandfather clock starts chiming
it's like a song for death
quote by cat
toxic people are like trash in the ocean, it goes away but then always come back eventually
cat's letter to her ex
A barrier
I dove into shallow water and I always hit my head in the
same spot – in the end I did not learn anything. Everything started well, and
quickly our world cooled, still I believed that the flame would rekindle. When
the end was near, there was no chemistry to save us.
It was
like residing in a bird cage, and even though that spiritual ambiance calmed my
feelings, it also consumed them, bringing a desire to fly far away and reclaim
my individual freedom, to the past where I still knew myself. Everything
started like calm music which had me hooked, the same music wore away my
emotions and converted my feelings of love into loneliness and hate. Time was
running out for two lost souls, for me, and for another who brought me into a
world where happiness was scarce, and anxiety consumed me by the minute. The
last periods were full of indecision between choosing to stay and please others,
or to leave and rediscover myself. The hands that held the rope keeping us
together became cold and they hoped winter would pass. Like you were on top of
a mountain where the wind was not in your favor, yet when I let go of that
rope, Spring was reborn in me.
meaning is always lost in translation
it just depends how much
our hearts and souls connected
a love for her that's growing deeper
seeing her childhood i recognize someone who is familiar to me
someone who is more intelligent than most
creative enough to make better drawings than stuff that sells for millions today
a muse and a inspiration
completely different, a diamond
my mother passed, and she has the same birthday
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cat read the poem out loud and it gave the poem some good energy
talking to cat the other night i decided to lay on my stomach and close my eyes, she was doing the same
visions coming to me of beautiful things, images, moving images .. i can't remember them all
just a big tall rose with a pink/purple background at or towards the end, which reminded me of cat
she's changing the way i see things
the last time this sort of thing happened was in massachusetts with another girl, that time i was seeing fractals .. well that other girl was crazy in a schizophrenic way
with cat it was more defined images
sort of a shame i didn't write the images down, but they are in me somewhere
there's a lot of good colored
video in this timeline of world war 1
All religions have been made by men.
at times i'm a fox and at other a lion. the secret to govern is knowing when to be each.
gossip will happen in a city apartment and in the countryside
it's just how people are
“There is a great difference between one idler and another idler. There is
someone who is an idler out of laziness and lack of character, owing to the
baseness of his nature. If you like, you may take me for one of those. Then
there is the other kind of idler, the idler despite himself, who is inwardly
consumed by a great longing for action who does nothing because his
hands are tied, because he is, so to speak, imprisoned somewhere,
because he lacks what he needs to be productive, because disastrous
circumstances have brought him forcibly to this end. Such a one does not
always know what he can do, but he nevertheless instinctively feels, I am
good for something! My existence is not without reason! I know that I
could be a quite a different person! How can I be of use, how can I be of
service? There is something inside me, but what can it be? He is quite
another idler. If you like you may take me for one of those.”
― Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
martin luther king jr. had 45 affairs while he married, and that's the ones the FBI knows about
he watched as a woman was raped by a pastor
it's disgusting really
a giant hypocrite
this dam wasn't always here, when my mother was around 8 it was constructed
where the water is now there were little villages, they were forced to leave their homes and relocate
it was pretty beautiful as well without the water
Following his failure as an art dealer, Vincent Van Gogh later wrote to his sister Wilhelmina Van Gogh that the galleries and art firms "are in the clutches of fellows who intercept all the money," and that only "one-tenth of all the business that is transacted…is really done out of belief in art."
some new information, some old repeated information for me
i still don't believe he killed himself or cut off his own ear
i'm up in the air with wings, i come down and make an explosion
then i go back up in the air
and do it over again
charles bukowski quote
“nothing like a hot bath in a cold world”
being a monk today is schizophrenic, i especially feel bad for the type of '
walking meditation' they do which is just back and forth
went to the supermarket for the first time in months, i had to get some vegetables and fruits
i passed by some sweets like cookies and cakes, it's placed strategically on a corner that everyone passes by the meats section
i picked up a box of cookies, looked at it for a couple seconds and considered taking them but i put them back down
it doesn't seem like much but it was a good step
this sold for $92.8 million
heraclitus
Knowing not how to listen, they do not [know] how to speak
When they are born, they wish to live and to meet with their dooms -- or rather to rest -- and they leave children behind them to meet with their dooms in turn.
Those who seek for gold dig up much earth and find a little.
Hearing they do not understand, like the deaf. Of them does the saying bear witness: 'present, they are absent.'
Swine wash in the mire, and barnyard fowls in dust.
For what thought or wisdom have they? They follow the poets and take the crowd as their teacher, knowing not that "the many are bad and few good."
If I Could Tell You by W.H. Auden
Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, There must be reasons why the leaves decay; Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go, And all the brooks and soldiers run away; Will Time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you know.
Mark Twain
“You believe in a book that has talking animals, wizards, witches, demons, sticks turning into snakes, burning bushes, food falling from the sky, people walking on water, and all sorts of magical, absurd and primitive stories, and you say that we are the ones that need help?”
“Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.”
Henri Frederic Amiel
Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.
The fire which enlightens is the same fire which consumes.
The only substance properly so called is the soul.
Work while you have the light. You are responsible for the talent that has been entrusted to you.
“Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure”
― Tacitus
“If you would know who controls you see who you may not criticise.”
― Tacitus
how to survive is to keep changing and adapt
“I warn you that when the princes of this world start loving you it means they are going to grind you up into battle sausage.”
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
when life starts treating you too right, you gotta ask what's going wrong
you only really teach yourself, and you can listen to other people while doing it
Jack Kerouac quotes
“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.”
“And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotuslands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it. I realized it was only because of the stability of the intrinsic Mind that these ripples of birth and death took place, like the action of the wind on a sheet of pure, serene, mirror-like water. I felt sweet, swinging bliss, like a big shot of heroin in the mainline vein; like a gulp of wine late in the afternoon and it makes you shudder; my feet tingled. I thought I was going to die the very next moment. But I didn't die...”
Musee des Beaux Arts
W. H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
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To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Triumph
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on,
testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade,
and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn
of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made!
There below are the trees, as awkward as camels;
and here are the shocked starlings pumping past
and think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well.
Larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast
of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!
Feel the fire at his neck and see how casually
he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling
into that hot eye. Who cares that he fell back to the sea?
See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down
while his sensible daddy goes straight into town.
-Anne Sexton
almost like me when i'm manic, and then falling into a depressive episode
can i control myself ? first i have to realize i'm making a mistake
cat's childhood
she would talk to the palm tree while in northern portugal
i'd like to be rich enough to afford the luxuries, and not be dumb enough to actually buy them
what i've learned about printing art so far
don't use matte paper
use a white border if you want to frame
change to 300dpi for best quality
you can use a local or online print shop
you can't be sweet with everyone, because not everyone deserves it
and some people will use it against you
just sitting in front of the computer looking at some articles of when travel to europe will begin again
most are saying late july or august
it might only happen when a vaccine is developed
i think it would be a good idea to bar immunocompromised people, like old people, from traveling .. people with past history of immunocompromisation
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well an old feeling appears and last for 3 or 4 seconds, it carries so many memories, not like a single memory but a whole folder of them
it felt mystical, driving through the mountains of northern portugal at dusk
In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
a fire in my chest
it keeps me warm
and burns
(i think these short things i write would look especially good in my art)
“Seriously, I think it is a grave fault in life that so much time is wasted in social matters, because it not only takes up time when you might be doing individual private things, but it prevents you storing up the psychic energy that can then be released to create art or whatever it is. It's terrible the way we scotch silence & solitude at every turn, quite suicidal. I can't see how to avoid it, without being very rich or very unpopular, & it does worry me, for time is slipping by , and nothing is done. It isn't as if anything was gained by this social frivolity, It isn't: it's just a waste.”
― Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
this wikihow
article, " how to break up with your boyfriend " has a 1-star review
it's honest and it hurts
a lot of negative comments on the reddit
thread
after seeing the photos together on the blog i decided to make a single pdf
cat wanted to help me by putting the photos together, but there wasn't a sufficient app for her iphone, still she made a little touch
and another she made, jocose is portuguese for "playful"
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cat's uncle passed away (61 yrs) last year, an artist as a hobby he chose to slow suicide himself by not eating, staying home, and smoking a lot of cigarettes
so, let me memorialize his art
picasso liked to paint the "touro" as well
he was not married, no children, yup a celibate
her uncle offered her his paints to make something, she describes that she made a " sea with two people on a mini boat with the moon reflecting on the sea " and she will send a photo of it
i don't think cat should take it lightly that her uncle offered her his painting materials
philip larkin poem
This is the first thing
I have understood:
Time is the echo of an axe
Within a wood.
i can't say i understand it completely although it's very viusal for me and that may be enough
last night after dinner i decided to take a page out of bukowski's book, i read that he liked to lay down after eating
so i got in bed after and i was getting ready to do an hour of meditation
a half an hour goes by, and i'm looking out of my balcony window in front of me at the tree that is front of the house
it looks nice and then i start to enter a fugue state, the air around me changes and opens
what it feels like to me is lisbon, that is what i'm reminded of
ok i've been to lisbon 5 or 6 times but it was usually for a layover, a couple times we drove from there to the north where our family is ..
it was so long ago, 6 years old and younger , do i really remember what lisbon felt like ?
i think of cat, i think she's changing my view of things
then i decide to ask andrew a question i've been thinking about, now i look back and it was not so smart
i've done this before, leaving a fugue state too early, and it's not like they happen every day
well i'm learning
“There is another world, but it is in this one.”
― William Butler Yeats
“Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.”
“People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind. ”
i'll write here as i don't think i will say it in person
dad, you are sneezing and you're sick
you keep drinking as well, and you haven't stopped on the spirits
you're pre-diabetic
you're out there all day working on the yard with no shirt on and then you go lay out for even more sun, and as you're sick this only lowers your immune system
you keep going out to public places and catching whatever, and then you bring it back home so i can get sick
i'm sort of selfish about this, it annoys me
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the biggest mistake my father made is not quitting drinking to keep his ex-wife ( although they are not officially divorced she has blocked him on facebook and does not speak to him )
and then he goes gossiping to all his friends that it's her problem and her problems that caused it
she tells people she only feels bad for me, because she liked me so much
she still sends me an occasional message on facebook, i will go say hello to her when i'm in portugal, but my father is definitely not coming with me
looking at 3D artists i notice recurring themes
"star wars" like fantasy world, video games, soft-porn
really not much originality
i have not found anyone that has impressed with me artistic talent, technical talent i've been impressed yes
this is a theory still but i think that many artists will just try to be as 'creative' as possible and they make some random bullshit with real no depth
"but nooo" it's a window into their mind
a window with an image that makes no sense, if that's what you're going for
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lol of course i write this an 1 minute later i see this
crossed out his username as he doesn't deserve the publicity
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then so many of them post pictures of themselves and definitely "look the part", then the art is just trash
pretenders
there are no real positives from losing family
just negatives
now i understand why elon musk has been so stupid lately, he's had a
baby with shallow-singer grimes
ok his bad sleep habits too
[POEM] The Mower, Philip Larkin
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
really cool
video of a male elephant swimming
li po poem
The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
wang wei poems
i made a comment on "TheRedPill" (quantined subreddit) about how members advised a man to divorce his wife over some triviality, and the wife suicded herself
4 days later i get this :
You've Been Permanently Banned From Participating In R/TheRedPill
You have been permanently banned from participating in
r/TheRedPill. You can still view and subscribe to
r/TheRedPill, but you won't be able to post or comment.
Note from the moderators:
go away
i respond :
hey morons, remember when the subreddit recommended a man divorce his wife for some triviality ? and then she suicided herself ?
F U C K Y O U, scum
ok i have to admit i'm sort of heated up right now
reading boris pasternak's wikipedia page, the shit stalin put him through, the whole soviet union put him through
and anyway, i am so past "TheRedPill" now, i've taken everything good from it and don't even want the bad shit to touch me .. i actually unfollowed the subreddit after i made my inital comment , so it makes no difference to me !
“The greatness of a writer has nothing to do with subject matter itself, only with how much the subject matter touches the author.”
― Boris Pasternak
“For as long as he could remember he had never ceased to wonder why, having arms and legs like everyone else, and a language and way of life common to all, one could be different from the others, liked only by few and, moreover, loved by no one.”
“It's good when a man deceives your expectations, when he doesn't correspond to the preconceived notion of him. To belong to a type is the end of a man, his condemnation. If he doesn't fall into any category, if he's not representative, half of what's demanded of him is there. He's free of himself, he has achieved a grain of immortality.”
i was wondering today, what do men have ?
“Don't you see, we are not in the same position. You were given wings to fly above the clouds, but I'm a woman, mine are given me to stay close to the ground and to shelter my young.”
“For life, too, is only an instant,
Only the dissolving of ourselves
In the selves of all others
As if bestowing a gift –”
“I was sent by God to torment / myself, my family, everyone / whom it's a sin to torment.”
“The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim. In the case of some men, compassion for a woman exceeds all measure and transports her to an unreal, entirely imaginary world.”
“I've noticed more than once that it is precisely things we have barely noticed in the daytime, thoughts not brought to clarity, words spoken without feeling and left without attention, that return at night clothed in flesh and blood, and become the subjects of dreams, as if in compensation for our neglect of them in the daytime.”
"'The way they could write!' he once exclaimed – by 'they' he meant the Russian classics. And immediately afterward, reading or, rather, glancing through some verse in the Literary Gazette: 'Just look how tremendously well they've learned to rhyme! But there's actually nothing there – it would be better to say it in a news bulletin. What has poetry got to do with this?' By 'they' in this case, he meant the poets writing today."
sometimes i have to be wrong to be right
and right to be wrong
cat writes
If we are meant to be we are then. Souls born for each other, persons not. Also persons change, souls they stay the same concept since our existence
english isn't her first language but she still gets the idea across
well it can't always be butterflies
why do i hurt you
why do you hurt me
it's some sort of insanity of life that can never be fixed
creativity hindered by technicality
well, that can be fixed
at least it's not "technicality hindered by creativity"
you can't really fix that
" one foot on earth and one in the sky "
well put marina
i was going to ask, can you have both feet in the sky ?
yes you can
my mother would yell " FALA ! " (speak)
she hated my silence
but mother
i had nothing to say
or
i knew
what saying
would
bring
found on r/im14andthisisdeep
well i like it
what people say
i don't believe it
and i don't think they're lying
that's solipsism
" i want this all to be over "
why would you say something like that ?
" it's the truth "
i know
a meaningful conversation with my mother
a couple of interesting facts
cities will plant only male trees as they create less of a mess
my mother would say female dogs are pigs and preferred males
another fact is that people in the east, if they eat with their hands, choose their right hand since their left hand is used to go to the bathroom
and i'm assuming the left is used for other gross stuff as well
you get a laugh and a worse life from being toxic
“My favorite means of communication is otherworldly: dreams—meeting in dreams.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva
where we're most in love, is in imagination
cat writes
I feel so close to you too, it’s like you live with me in my imagination, but we will see each other and we will be even more connected
PEDROUÇOS*
translated by Richard Zenith
When I was little I didn't know
I'd grow up.
Or I knew but didn't feel it.
Time at that age doesn't exist.
Each day it's the same kitchen table
With the same backyard outside,
And sadness, when felt,
Is sadness, but you aren't sad.
That's how I was,
And all the children in the world
Were that way before me.
A wooden latticework fence,
Tall and fragile,
Divided the huge backyard
Into a vegetable garden and a lawn.
My heart has become forgetful
But not my eyees. Don't steal from them, Time,
That picture in which the happy boy I was
Gives me a happiness that's still mine!
Your cold flowing means nothing
To a man who cuddles up in memories.
22 October 1935
* Pedrouços is a neighborhood on the western edge of Lisbon where Pessoa spent much of his early childhood, at the house of his great-aunt Maria and her husband. The couple, who had no children, doted on their nephew.
portugal must be a magical place for a child, as my fondest memories are wandering my godparent's homestead
My old aunt, who loved me because of the son she'd lost . . .
My old aunt who used to sing me to sleep
(Even though I was already too old for this).
The memory makes tears fall on my heart, cleansing it
of life,
And a light sea breeze wafts inside me.
a
snippet of a longer poem of pessoa's
my cousin, the son of my godparent's, drowned when he was about 9 years old. i realized when i was older that i was almost like a surrogate for them, that's why they treated me so well
cat was also telling me of the summers she would spend at her grandparent's, also her best memories
another decent poem about
childhood from pessoa
a neighbor disrupting fernando pessoa's fugue state/meditations
Since night was falling and I expected no one,
I bolted my door against the world,
And my peaceful, mean little home
Sank with me into a deep silence . . .
Drunk on aloneness, talking to myself,
Strolling about without a care,
I was that good and true friend
I can no longer find in the friends I have.
But someone suddenly knocked at the door,
And an entire poem went up in smoke . . .
It was the neighbor, reminding me
About lunch tomorrow. Yes, I'll be there.
Once more bolting my door and myself,
I tried to resurrect in my heart
The stroll, the enthusiasm and the desire
That had made me drunk on what people are.
In vain . . . Just the same furniture as always
And the inevitable walls staring at me,
Like a man who stopped looking at a dying fire
And saw no more fire when he looked again.
19 August 1934
how
dangerous a cat bite can be
a friend my age is feeling lonely and has been trying to catch a youngish feral cat
he is planning just catching it with his hands and putting it into a carrier and bringing it home
clearly he has no idea about feral cats !
it's
so
obvious when
he's
been
drinking
he starts
to
criticize
me
well he puts a roof
over
my
head
what
can
i
do ?
walking on the beach
dreaming while awake
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noticing i'm having visions at the beach
ok interesting, alma deutscher
composed a piece to this
goethe poem
did goethe really like writing love poems or is it what sold ?
alma's professional
performance without singing, hm i almost prefer the singing version
a poem written to me, by catarina sequeira
You are so precious to me
You get me mad and happy
But I love you, and u can see
Me by your side I’m like candy
If I could stay with you one day
It would be so amazing
I just want to stay
It’s like the sun would be rising
So much ocean, no roads
That try to separate us
But my feelings for u explode
Even when we speak
I have to thank you so much
for all the time you are here
I just wish I could get a touch
From the person that I don't want to disappear
i get fat and depressed
and
i
can't
deal
with
your
fat
depression
Americlap
Derogative term for American. Refers to their perceived tendency for being very easily amused and clapping at inappropriate times.
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it's really annoying sometimes, but i guess every culture does something annoying
i like this marina tsvetaeva poem
Solitude
Aloneness: retreat
into yourself, as our ancestors
fell into their feuds.
You will seek out freedom
and discover it – in solitude.
Not a soul in sight.
There is no such peaceful garden –
so search for it inside yourself,
find coolness, shade.
Don’t think of those
who win over the populace
in the town squares.
Celebrate victory and mourn it –
in the loneliness of your heart.
Loneliness: leave me,
Life!
and this alejandra pizarnik poem
the girl who i was
lives now in my memory
among the dead.
fed on tears for a millennium.
exiling the sound of her voice.
I walked the woodland, A lonesome man. To look for nothing- That was my plan.
I saw a flower Deep in the plants: It gleamed like starlight, Glowed like a glance.
I reached to pluck it When its dear lilt Said: Would you snap me To see me wilt?
So up I dug it With roots and all And brought it home to The garden wall.
Once more I lay it Half in the shade To see it blossom And never fade!
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one of my favorite authors, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe .. apparently this is a poem to his wife
of course it's originally in german and so loses some meaning with the translation
his travel journal, " Italian Journey ", is one of my favorite things i've read . it's a really genius view into late 18th century italy
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yeah i'm surprised with how many likes and comments this got on facebook, yup i guess andrew is right, more people on facebook with the coronavirus !
my love is like the sun
it can burn you to a crisp
it can give you a warm pleasant feeling
or it can seemingly disappear into the night
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cheesy but i thought of it, so what the hell !
feelings reciprocated
i'm used to be being tossed aside
i'm friends with an 18 year old girl
she's wonderful
and
so
dangerous
i'm starting to really appreciate
elephants
like humans though, they get violent just like us
when people are faced with something very real, they react very negatively
everyone is guilty of it even me
well we're different, so we do things different
they jump you early
you don't have time
to observe weaknesses
a dream from a long time ago
it's a parking garage and there seems to be a battle going on
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"call of duty warzone" is what everyone is
playing recently
a lot of hackers since it's a free game
a man of 70 years old and not in the best health finds a good woman 10 years his younger
she asks him to stop drinking, which would be a good thing
he says no , so he loses her
he's lost two good things
anyway, when you're by yourself for so long you learn another side of life, the life of non relationships
better, maybe not finished
i posted it on my instagram story,
catarina santos asks
what's that
i reply
it's when two worlds meet, one has pain and suffering, and other is beautiful and celestial
she likes my comment and replies
nice
you did that ?
i ask
yes , what do you think ?
she replies
i think it's very cool and creative and you must continue to do that type of things !
1 minute on mute and that's
enough for me
what about the
hackers that don't use aiming hacks constantly ?
good
video explaining the size of the corona virus
the masks don't protect you too much
riding the line of
morality
you can see the best and worst of both sides
this isn't done but it's good so far
bitch and witch are awfully similar, that's not a coincidence
happy couples
broken couples seem to be more my thing
not to say one is better than the other
on the internet, social media, and forums
you share what you want
it's good and bad
lil peep, music artist and overdose death at 21
i'm different too but i don't need to show anyone else, a lot of face tattoos on peep trying to hide his suicidal nature maybe
he did say something useful in an interview,
" is it really a surprise we're here ? i worked so hard it's not a surprise "
hard work does bring reward, but it really hurts when it doesn't
good demonstration of
table squats
