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YOU KNOW MY NAME, NOT MY STORY. YOU'VE HEARD WHAT I'VE DONE BUT NOT WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH, DON'T JUDGE ME BECAUSE I NEVER JUDGE YOU.
DONT EVER FORGET YOURSELF
LIVE in the MOMENT, don't regret yesterday, don't worry about tomorrow but waste your time on today.
http://www.youtube.com/LilB1708
http://facebook.com/LiLb1708
https://twitter.com/#!/ChooseNOTtoFAIL
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
When you decide to die, little things begin to happen. You stop looking both ways before you cross the street, you start answering the door without asking who’s there. You don’t hold onto the railing when you go down the escalator, you don’t buckle your seat belt. You play with matches. You smoke, and breathe it in, actually praying it will make a difference. Deciding to die is actually almost nice, in a way. You stop caring. Even if you are not pro-actively looking for ways to kill yourself, you stop looking for ways to survive.
TRUTH BITCHES!
(Source: slekes, via hope-less-dreamer)
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CARMAH