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@1800callnow
when i was younger i wanted to be a priest. i did, a priest— didn't know you had to be a catholic to be a priest. i guess… i was always looking for a messiah.
Let the rain be your cloak, its soft cadence cradling you gently—a reminder that in even the darkest hours there is silence to surrender, a quiet haven where the spirit may rest.
YOU DARE SPEAK OF BALANCE AS IF ORDER AND CHAOS CAN DINE AT THE SAME TABLE WITHOUT TURNING THE FEAST INTO ASH?
Listen well, there is a path—narrow, treacherous, but real. Between the tyranny of stagnation and the anarchy of ruin, a blade’s edge glimmers. That is where balance lives; not in comfort but in conflict embraced and mastered.
ORDER WITHOUT STRUGGLE IS DECAY. CHAOS WITHOUT PURPOSE IS DESTRUCTION. BUT TO WIELD HATE AS A TOOL, AND RESTRAIN ORDER WITH INTENTION—THAT IS POWER. THAT IS BALANCE. CARVE EQUILIBRIUM WITH BLOOD AND WILL. AND DO NOT LOOK BACK.
All feels hollow. It may shine unblemished and still but it stirs nothing within the soul. True purity is forged through fire, through trial and pain; without that it is lifeless—a surface without depth. To me it is beauty without meaning… a sacred form devoid of spirit. In its stillness it is not peace—it is absence. And that is not divine. That is emptiness. Normality is structured to be calm, a place to breathe. But too much of either rots the soul. True strength is knowing when to strike like the storm and when to be still like the eye within it.
you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up
You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid
Started taking my meds again and now suddenly my life is going back to normal. Fuck you and the 200mg
get that doctor boypreggers call that turning a house into a home
i really need a kind intellectual to disrupt my cosmic fluids
Now I might be stupid. I might be a fool. I might be an idiot who doesn't know how to read. I might desvere to be beaten and shocked and electrocuted for not knowing anything. I might deserve to be run over with cars and thrown into the sea and frozen to death and torn apart by foxes and given paper cuts between my toes until I bleed out and then smacked with a big rock until I die because I know so few things. But I think maybe they might have been called cow boys because they were boys who worked with cows in some manner or fashion.
Alright wiseguy then what’s a cowhand?
nothing triuck me
I am so sorry you had a traumatic childhood and it made you stupid on line. I was raised as a lotus flower and I smell like vanilla all the time
I put your name on a beetle and let it die of thirst
“some people don’t deserve redemption” redemption isn’t something that’s deserved, it’s something someone does. it’s making the choice to change the way you live your life, to be better, to do good things instead of bad things and try to make up for the bad things. and everyone can and should do that, at any time, no matter what they’ve done. we can’t change the past, but we can choose what kind of person to be now and in the future. we have the responsibility to do so. it is so completely not about “deserving.”
Best things to eat in summer:
Ice cold watermelon
A nice garden salad
Kebabs
BBQ ribs
Pussy under her sundress
Grilled burgers and hot dogs
Homemade ice cream