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In my youth I respected the world and life, I needed not anything but peace of heart; And yet I changed despite myself and believed in Iktumi's lies. He seemed to know all the truth, he promised to make me happy. He made me ask Wakantanka for wealth, that I might have power; I was given poverty, that I might find my inner strength. I asked for fame, so others would know me; I was given obscurity, that I might know myself. I asked for a person to love that I might never be alone; I was given a life of a hermit, that I might learn to accept myself. I asked for power, that I might achieve; I was given weakness, that I might learn to obey. I asked for health, that I might lead a long life; I was given infirmity, that I might appreciate each minute. I asked Mother Earth for strength, that I might have my way; I was given weakness, that I might feel the need for Her. I asked to live happily, that I might enjoy life; I was given life, that I might live happily. I received nothing I asked for, yet all my wishes came true. Despite myself and Iktumi, my dreams were fulfilled, I am richly blessed more than I ever hoped,

Billy Mills

#billymills

Unimpressed & hopeful

People are far too often

Exactly as I expect

People no longer surprise me

But the first person who does

I’ll fall in love with immediately

- a shitty reason toward another shittty justification no one asked for.

If you yell in this city, anyone can hear. There's just no way to pin the house it came from.

Cynicism isn’t wisdom, it’s a lazy way to say you’ve been burned.

Seems if anything, you’d be less certain after everything you’ve ever learned.

ctbonvivant

For all the irrational thoughts,

I miss home. The times offended by the people I knew most The times I needed the people I knew most. This is growth & this is failure. I can't change it.

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Léa Seydoux - The Edit Magazine - November 2015

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Léa Seydoux - The Edit Magazine - November 2015

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w-a-n-d-e-r-i-n-g

mic88

In one night, the choice was mine. In five months, the plan was written. Scratched away & rewritten time after time. So much so that the end goal was nearly unattainable. And then it was. But less than a month, everything has unfolded in a way that has proven to me even the most meticulous & hand crafted planning can be washed away by the unpredictable. And I'm fine.