“as we celebrate our independence on this day, let us not forget what this country did to get it. i am grateful to live here, however, i honor our native american brothers and sisters, as well as all cultures on this day, and every day, for what this country forced them to sacrifice. their homeland, their power, their tradition, their families, their way of life. let us all take a moment to remember and honor what their suffering gave way to.
we are all one being”
I had to repost this amazing chart
Infographic of the Day: Matt says, “This is a fun infographic I made the other day in response to a post on GOOD. It charts the trustworthiness of a person based solely on beard style. Click here to view full size.”
The more you know!
[mattmcinerney / doobybrain.]
and i love the cock
:D hes a loser. a dork. and crazy. but i love him…. :p
hahaha thats how it works….
just plain WHY… idk why theres so many questions that I even ask myself. and im at a loss of whats correct. or is it all just wrong?
Mia: Don’t you hate that?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don’t know. That’s a good question.
Mia: That’s when you know you’ve found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
Mia: [after snorting coke] I said God Damn! God Damn…
Mia: … God damn…
Thank you for getting me to shut the fuck up.
It hurts inside when i think it. like a knot or a cough that gets stuck deep inside that no matter how hard you try to get it out it just stays there and makes you wanna cringe and cry. I really dislike feelings they tend to lead me in the wrong direction, but they keep me happy… Fuck being happy… happy dosen’t make you push and strive to excell. at least not for me. I didn’t want to tell you but i know it’s probably best. If not for you then me. i know.. i know… always trying to tell you what to do… but I know I’d change things, back out again, because of my daymn feelings. I hope you could forgive me someday… not anytime soon. I need to hate myself to push myself. there’s that feeling again of when i think about you. Gracias… por tu bendito amor y maldito su por tu maldito amor.
I want to.. need to hear your heart beat, feel you take that breath hold me close and let me know it’ll all be okay. even tho i know if i let you close, your going to hurt me worse than i could ever do alone, sometimes i think i should give you the chance, other times i know i’ll ruin it. you know im that guy, the back burner, the fall guy„ the blame for your problems, i don’t wanna be… but thats the role thats pushed on me. I love your scent you leave on my pillow and the warmth of your embrace, the laughter you fill my room with but mostly…. you being here. I miss you.<sigh> if only i could show you
I stumbled across it while reading some thoughts and quotes… kinda nice.