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A day in which you don’t learn something is a wasted day.
You learn something every day just by living.
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I Just Love You - Five For Fighting
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On Dying;
do you have any idea of what its like staring death straight in the eye?its actually not that scary heheheeheehehehheJKthat timeat the beachwas pretty scary...butlikei mean whenyou feelyour lifeactuallyslipping away from youlikewaterslipping through your fingersits... soothingthe fight to liveis likefighting to stay in painbecause the pain lets you know you are still herei wasnt scaredbut i knew i didnt want to dieso i foughti had lostmore than half of my bloodand doctors say i should have been dead, by the time i had even gotten to the ER(they had to test me and stuff before they operated, too...)i remember what it felt likeit felt likei wasi was trying really hardto call up some strengthi was asking something else for strength because i had none left inside of mei couldnt let myself die at that point in my lifethere was just too much that would be left hangingwhen i was in bed that morning thoughi actuallyconsideredi was dyingand i thoughtmaybe its not too bad to diewhen i closed my eyesin the intervalsof my consciousnessit wasreally peacefulit was like i was dreamingbut i kept waking upand whenever i woke up,i felt... annoyedi felt annoyed that i had woken upi knew something was terribly wrongi didi wont lie i knew something was very very wronga regularstomach acheis not comparableto what i feltso i knew somehing was wrongi considered i was dyingbut stillwhenever i woke upi thoughtof how nice it would beto justsleepbut then i remembered...then i changed my mindi remembered the last things i said to my parentsi remembered... that i wanted to be an artisti rememberedthat it had been almost a year since i had seen or spoken to my brotherso i began to fight deathi fought it so hardits not a fight of the bodyit really isnt, because when youre dying, your body has already lostits a fight of the mind and soulits a fight to stay therei remember when i realized that i was in dangerand my consciousness returned that time,i tried to stand upbecause i wanted to stay awakebut then i fellbut i as my body was crumbling under my visionmy mind was growing ever more awarebecause i was fighting with deathhe was trying to take mebut i couldnt allow ithow i wanted to be held in mothers armsi began to think of the simple thingsthat i would missthe simple things that would be torn apartif i allowed myself to be taken by deathmy fatherplayed a really big rolein that fighthe was mad at me that morningi remember he was really mad at mehe thought i was overdosing or somethingbut i couldnt be mad back... i was in too much painso i just kept telling him it hurtand the only reasonhe returnedat noonwas because he left something at home...and he noticed still had not gone to schoolif he hadnt leftthat thingwhatever it wasi would surely be dead right nowbecause no matter how strong my spirit is,i was hanging by a threadyour soul...cannot remain in this worldwithout a body to host itthis is an exampleof a "tripod" collapsingbecause of one broken legmy emotions were as powerful as ever... and my mind was battling to stay awake(healthy)it was my body that was dyingso imagine itmy heart was saying, "i feel fine..."my mind was saying, "but im perfectly awake."all the while, my body was telling me that something was wrong, that it needed help nowit would have been so easy for me to diethat dayand it would have feltlike going to sleepit would have been... freeingi chose to stay hereand i never want to forget that i chose to staygod put the pieces together off of that decision and brought me back to lifeand so i never want to forget thati started to lose my way againat some pointbecause the devil's attacks are relentlesshe does not restbut im glad i still remember that feelingthe power i felt that dayit was divine poweri was facing... fatei was faced with a feelingof how fragile i amof how fragile anyone isand it hit me then... i had a glimpse of eternitywhile i dreamed,i felt it... i experienced eternityit was likei was asleepnot conscious, but... i still... thought. its hard to describei meani didnt THINK,but... my mind still "felt" if you can imagineand i was sure at that momentof what a soul is...it is our presenceand it must be hosted by a body for us to stay here in this realmso when people are bornwell, im not sure of this...but eitherwhen people are born,a soul is also born to inhabit itorgod intends for each one of us to have a soul, and everything is planned accordinglyidksomething like thatwell its SCARYafterAFTER it happenedbut during my fight with deathit honestlywasnt scary it was... more... ANNOYING... thats sadly the wordi wanted to sleep!i wanted to die...but i had responsibilitieslove saved melove is interesting...its something that binds youother feelings we have for others...we cast onto themonce you feel it toward anotherit flies away from youbutlove is differentlove binds you to themit doesnt let you goi said bad thingsto my mom and my dadthe night before i was supposed to diei dreamed thatif i diedmy mother would cryi didnt want her to cryso i fought to liveits so hard to explainthe wholefalling in and out of consciousnessits hard to explainits just as it sounds...onlyeach time you black outor more, "white out" because the color i saw was closer to white than black...you just dont knowif you will wake up againbut its soothingyou feelno fearof coursewhen we were at the beachwe felt fearbecause we still had our body, our mind, and our heartwe were still "completely alive"in that sensebut our bodies were in danger of dyingso we felt fear.but when the body actually failsor when the mind failsand we are hopelessthe fear... disappearsit becomes easy to accepti feel like this is how it will be when our time comes. i feel more ready to face death a second timewhen it comes, it will come. fast and strongi fought to live... i actually worded it wrong when i said i battled death itselffor it made me realizethat one actually cannot fight deathwhen it comes, it comes to killi... merely looked it in the eyeand saw, and felt, and heard himi felt what he was going to doand it wasnt scary at all...hopeless is a better wordsowhen it comes for usit will come and we cannot stop itso the fearactuallyi think must be the worst part...like,the fear i feltwhen i thought of my momi wasterrifiedthat those things i said to herwould have been the lasti was so terrifiedthat my very spirit was shakenbecause i had said those thingswithout knowing i would die the next dayand then it was lovei loved her, and i wanted her to know that i loved heri knew that she probably did knowbutprobably isnt good enough for a dying mansowhen we talk aboutan afterlifeorabout god... and whatever his plan isi really feel likewe really have less control than we want to believewe truly arejust "playing the game"and god is the one holding the stringswe allare of limited timeso live hard and fastbecause death is also hard and fastandstay truebecause when it comes, it will leave you no choice, and you cannot afford regretsif you love someonetell them you love themif you love someonedont let them leave without knowing thatthe worldis trulyall about.. perspectiveyour worldis different than minethough we live on the same planetand in the same timeas it is differentfromeveryone elsesso we must take action and speak out loudto tell people we love thembecause when death comes for you,there is nothingmore terrifyingthan holding onto love you did not giveits allfor yourself...for your own good!fear is a powerful thingand you dont want fear to be the last thing you feeli thinkthat is hellthat is truly helland i imagineto feel love, as you dieis the opposite -
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Posted on April 30, 2012 via love, i hope we can be with 3,343 notes
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I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry one girl.
Cause we’re resistent the whole way, until we meet one girl and we think: “I’d be an idiot if I didn’t marry this girl she’s so great.”
But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option or something. I know girls that married they’re like: “Oh he’s got a good job.”
I mean, they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who’s got a good job and is gonna stick around.
Schmehhhh
I call bullshit.
guys marry the girl that looks the best. that is all. her personality matters actually quite little. you’re interested in the personality until your eyes wander and then you pick the girl who looks stunning, who looks dope on your arm and makes you feel like a king. she will have a personality that doesn’t threaten nor bore the fuck out of you.
the reason why you can do this is because you have the luxury of being desirable at any age and we don’t have that luxury. because we don’t have that luxury, we settle. prince charming is a cunt that’s going to leave us and they always do, eventually. they make us laugh and we think ”oh, a guy that finally appreciates us for who we are and we get each other” and then they don’t care anymore.
you can pick the girl you want because you know the girl will always want you back. after being abandoned and fucked over by the upteenth man, you get sick of it all and just want someone that won’t leave. I personally would rather be alone but hey, that’s just me.
it’s not that we don’t think we don’t deserve more than the dude with a good job who’s just going to stick around. we KNOW we do, it’s just that we can never get guys to see what we see.
don draper and the rest of the male population, case in point.
fuck alla y’all
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Preach, sister.Ryan Gosling ain’t winning me over with this bullshit.
A good personality to men is usually just an added bonus. It’s not a requirement for all men. The other sex is highly stimulated by visuals. The beautiful young woman, sad as it may be, signifies power in this world. You own her, you are powerful. So when you’re powerful enough, you can swap women around. I guess it’s some sort of male fantasy. It goes with that power=masculinity fucking bullshit that instigates misogyny and gender constructs and patriarchy.
So what do women do when they find themselves in a position of instability? When they are constantly threatened by fear of abandonment because so much seems to revolve around looks in this shallow ass world?
They settle. They search for something that will give them stability.
And what about the rest of us who weren’t blessed with good looks from the get-go?Quite a self-fulfilling prophecy, this. With that attitude, you’ll scare away any and all decent men.
I can just imagine a date:
“I think you’re really interesting, I’d like to see you again maybe next time?”
“NO YOU DON’T ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DOMINATE ME, YOU’RE A NASTY MAN, GO AWAY. I’M NOT GOING TO SETTLE FOR A PIG LIKE YOU.”Posted on April 17, 2012 via Fuck Yeah Movie Club with 10,888 notes
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Re: Timeline
There are two types of people in the world:
1. People who whine and moan about getting Facebook timeline.
2. People who don’t really care.
Both types of people will end up not remembering what pre-timeline Facebook looked like. Therefore, type 1 people appear to be whiny little drama queens.
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Ridiculous.
It’s not “so you can donate to help the poor people in Africa”
It’s “so you can be swagalicious”It’s not “raise funds for Africans”
It’s “sell amazing IC merch”2012 is the year we will make $$.
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Copyright Math
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Reblog Failed
are you really that thick?
womanhood is not a fucking card. its what we live.
im not simply taking other people’s words. its what we live.
i never said women do not know how to defend ourselves because “we’re weaker.” and have we really descended to the level where we’re talking about resistance during rape? and how to injure a man’s genitals?
im done with you.
This is why we can’t have nice things.
Maybe you wouldn’t get so angry at other people if you weren’t so uptight about everything. I do suppose you missed the line where I said I was joshing with you.
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im not refuting your saying “girls should protect themselves.” But you said that women were “partly responsible for facilitating rape.”
of course girls should protect themselves. hell, you dont think we already do it? ive been followed around and harrassed and assaulted by men on the streets enough to know that i need to take measures of self-protection.
we dont need to be told to protect ourselves.
but this analogy to walking out into traffic doesnt make sense. youre positing the woman as the pedestrian and the men as cars. men can freely choose to get off their dangerous vehicles and walk alongside women or at least slow down. but instead, they choose to take advantage of their “greater physical power” and run them over.
my counterargument is that women and men are not equally responsible for rape just as a walker on a sidewalk is not as responsible as a speeding vehicle who runs them over.
the problem with your argument is the inherent hierarchy of danger that you’ve rendered immutable—the fact that women are always going to be in danger of men raping them.
why cant we change this and get to the root of the problem by teaching our men not to rape.
stead of defending the men who fucked up?
thank you for your perspective. but you need to listen to a woman’s perspective. its not easy to understand if you don’t live in a woman’s body.
Oh ho, I see you are pulling out the “I’m a woman, so I’m right” card.
Just joshing with you.
It’s totally true that I’m not saying that women and men are equally responsible for rape. I believe you’re simply taking the stances of other people that you’ve heard and applying those positions to me.
WOMEN ARE SLUTS, THEY DESERVE TO BE RAPED.
LOOK AT WHAT THEY WEAR, THEY’RE ASKING FOR IT.
etc.I’m simply saying that this sort of acquaintance rape would not be possible if a girl took the proper steps to stop this sort of thing from happening.
It’s also not strictly true that a girl cannot defend herself because she’s weaker. See, if a guy wants to rape you, he’s going to have to use the most sensitive part of his body to do it. Have women somehow also been conditioned to believe that they are weaker and that resistance is futile? If some guy wants to have sex with you, and you don’t, a huge mood-killer is you punching him in the nuts. What’s he going to do to you? Kill you? No….
In a man’s perspective, it’s pretty difficult to resist those urges once they get started. I feel like this article is more or less accurate:
http://www.cracked.com/article_19785_5-ways-modern-men-are-trained-to-hate-women.htmlPosted on April 6, 2012 via Let me lubricate your mind. with 14 notes
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