No one around you will love you today and throw it all away tomorrow.
- George Harrison, Run of the Mill.

if i look back, i am lost
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No one around you will love you today and throw it all away tomorrow.
- George Harrison, Run of the Mill.
Do we have a franz kafka diary entry for july 1st, i want to know what he thinks!!!
happy too tired July everyone
im swimming at the lake and accidentally kicked a fish. this has never happened in my many years of swimming. sorry man
Sometimes I'm like: I want to experience everything, read evert book, talk every language, visit every country... And the next day I'm like: I can't believe I have to wake up tomorrow again.
i wish i could go to sleep and never wake up ever ever ever but i'm not dead im just sleeping so no one is sad or anything silly like that
It is so sad to search information about a country and everything you see are pictures of destroyed cities, people living in the streets, soldiers with enormous guns... It is like if these countries were just that, a place where war is the only reality and we have to live with that. Try searching 'Iraq', 'Yemen', 'Sudan'... there are a lot of examples. I think we should not take for granted their situations and, even if we cannot do anything about it, try to understand how life is there beyond war, because millions of people live in places where the government does not give a damn about their country and let people live by their own terms...
Iraq gave the world maths and sciences, two of the main religions appeared in Palestine, the first humans lived in Northern African countries, Jordan owns one of the seven wonders of the world, in Egypt existed one of the most fascinating civilizations of our history, Yemen was known by Romans as 'Happy Arabia'... With all this, most of these countries are limited to war headlines in modern world and are considered failed state. I cannot expalin with words how bad it makes me feel...
It is so sad to search information about a country and everything you see are pictures of destroyed cities, people living in the streets, soldiers with enormous guns... It is like if these countries were just that, a place where war is the only reality and we have to live with that. Try searching 'Iraq', 'Yemen', 'Sudan'... there are a lot of examples. I think we should not take for granted their situations and, even if we cannot do anything about it, try to understand how life is there beyond war, because millions of people live in places where the government does not give a damn about their country and let people live by their own terms...
some of you don’t seem to realize that In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" but the fighter still remains
Do you ever think about when art dies paul will truly be the only living boy in new york and half of his life will actually be gone or are you mentally stable
I never realized what being single meant until now. Tomorrow I have my graduation dinner and everyone is inviting their partner except me. I feel so embarrased.
when I was in high school I had a literature teacher who had a policy of unlimited extra credit. All you had to do was read a book by a notable author (his discretion) and have a little chat with him after school to prove that you read it. No limits, no need for variety (one month I decided I really loved Kurt Vonnegut and just read everything of his I could get my hands on).
Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.
I was thinking about it again today, and only just now realized that he absolutely tricked me into being well-read, while my teenage self thought I was totally getting away with something. THAT MOTHERFUCKER. I hope he's doing well.
i hope everything works out in the end because i am so so scared
There is no tragedy in having to start again, as long as you start again.
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus.
it should be illegal for things in drawers to accumulate dust. you were IN the drawer WHAT is your problem
Last night I dreamed of the most beautiful poem I could ever imagine and when I woke up and didn't remember any of it other than its beauty I wanted to cry
Something I forgot to add: I vaguely remember having dreamed about it before. I guess that I should go to bed with a pen and a paper just in case it shows up again
you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.
Last night I dreamed of the most beautiful poem I could ever imagine and when I woke up and didn't remember any of it other than its beauty I wanted to cry