February 2012
26 posts
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“those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers...”
– Charles Bukowski (via suppressed)
I fucking want to bitch slap some guests that come to my store sometime.
xeno
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
January 2012
98 posts
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2 tags
benchracer replied to your post: Anchors fucking hold you down. They don't make your life better.
Anchors keep you safe, keep you from drifting onto the rocks or into danger, they are with you as you travel ready at a moment to secure you. They give you peace of mind, let you rest and renew Choose your anchor wisely, choose your wife wisely too..
Anchors slow you down, weigh you down, prevents you from moving fast and agile. Life is about taking risks and experiencing new horizons, how else can there be growth and renewal? To be great is to be willing to dare greatly, not to play it safe anchored at shore. I have learnt more and gained more in my life failing, working through adversity, walking into danger than being 'anchored' and playing it safe. Those lessons are priceless.
Necktie into a Bowtie
swtxpookeeh:
georgeyy:
cute! :D
