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Mary Oliver

“We are born to live. From the moment we are thrown into the universe, we breathe, eat, drink, procreate. It is what we do as living organisms. But why would one procreate, let alone find a reason to stay alive, without something to stay alive for? We as humans don’t stay alive for the sake of survival , but rather for things that bring purpose; religion, art, music, love. in a endless oblivion of darkness and space, humans are the only species primitive enough to care, You must do what you love. The best things in life will always end in conflict, that is why we humans are primitive.”

— Filthy Frank

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Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.

something someone should have told me when i was eighteen (via irynka)

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Unsure

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Jesus realizes, suddenly, that he loves the creatures on Earth. He’s going to miss his friends. There were women that he desired, both in body, and simply wishing to learn more about. There were things he didn’t know, wonders to be accomplished using only the tools available on Earth, and he would never be able to appreciate them like he does now. He doubted that what he was doing was correct. He doubted that what God was doing was just. But it was too late: god was stripping the doubt from his very being, making him obedient, mindless, and doubtless–a divine being ascendant from mortals. As Jesus felt these things he had come to love be stripped from his existence, he asked: “God, why have you forsaken me?”