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in the context of being the best

the only thing worse than last place is second

Haiku

The modern poem

How cynical you all are

Cynical I am

#haiku

Random thoughts

Every now and then

on some doubtful nights

I believe love is the enemy.

smakkabagms

Wretchedly sleep deprived. I realize now I have nothing familiar to face towards. That I have nothing to be translated by; nothing to translate. That perhaps I should not even care. But that I do. And that there are matters of the heart I cannot fight nor abide by. And that this is just… the edge of something.

purplebuddhaquotes

The best revenge is massive success.

Frank Sinatra (via purplebuddhaquotes)

browsedankmemes

Gotta get that money shot via /r/memes http://bit.ly/2ZXH0Gt

browsedankmemes

Doing the lord’s work via /r/memes http://bit.ly/2PPmMtP

samirafee

#HELLO SUNDAY😽🌺🌞🥐☕️🤗🍓🎶🐈🐾

@samirafee

purplebuddhaquotes

Whoever gives nothing has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.

Albert Camus (via purplebuddhaquotes)

purplebuddhaquotes

Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty.

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

badbitchesglobal

Winona Ryder

darkermoonnow

isaacwrites

I woke up, upset that I had.

Been disturbed by the idea of making it through the night. Questioning what it is that I did to deserve this instead of you. Why I’m told life is a gift and a privilege yet, you never got to see it like we do.

I woke up, upset that I had.

Come out of a dream where I held you, wrapped in my arms. The silence held us like leaves on a pond, and though the wind might blow we were fine. Your snores resembled mine, as much as I denied that I snore, I saw myself in you. How could I not.

I woke up, upset that I had.

Opened my eyes to empty arms. Found my consciousness only to have the nightmare be reality. The nightmare is reality. Reality’s a nightmare. Why can’t I fight this night terror? Because it doesn’t exist alone in the shadows. This haunts my whole existence. It eats at my soul, and feasts on my comfort. As it finishes consuming my happiness, it licks my bones clean its left over spit spreading pain and despair.

I woke up, upset that I had.

Survived another day in this body. In this world that knows nothing about what I lost. That left no reminders, this body so weak it wouldn’t let me keep the few I could have. Now there’s only, socks and bears and socks and socks and socks and. Just the one pair of socks that I cry when I see and I hold and I weep and I.

I woke up, upset that I had and you hadn’t.