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trying on a metaphor
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@nonsenseapologist
I guess I'll just sit here quietly While my house crumbles around me I'll hold my tongue, won't make a sound as my existence plummets to the ground
How could I be anyone to you? Sooner or later, you'd see through the lies that I've told myself a poor man pretending he has wealth
It's in the dark, when I'm alone That I allow my mind to roam but by dawn, I know for sure I'll close it up and lock the door.
me and the girls after popping vitamin gummies together
Before you post you must undergo the Temple of Trials. There is no way to skip this.
shelter inspired by music that makes me feel like i’m somewhere else @importerrobinson
*filthyfrank voice* exceptions are normal control flow operations in python
*filthyfrank voice* abstract methods are methods that cannot be instantiated
*filthyfrank voice* dereferencing a null pointer results in undefined behavior
*anthony fantano voice* python is a free and open source programming language
End of Contemplation
A ray of warm sun grazes my cheek as the bus in which I am sitting makes its way down the busy road between my university and my home. I glance out of the window more than occasionally - I cannot help it. There is a finality to my thoughts, a need for the proverbial train to come to the station. I have discussed it before, of course. Multiple times, I have laid out the entirety of my feelings about where I reside on campus, and where I wish to reside. It should at this point seem very cloying to go on about the same subject again. And yet, it seems penultimately important to discuss it once more, now that it has finally happened. I will, in just a short period of time, be moving across campus to Southwest Residential. It has always seemed important to me, very important indeed, to choose one's place of residence carefully, and to put great stock in it. After all, everything we do in live reflects upon us and even, perhaps, molds us later on. To that end, I believe this move, this journey to another place, will do me the most good that any action I can now take could do. There are numerous reasons for this, and I believe explaining all of them in detail will not only be incredibly excessive, but only of true important to me and me alone. So, to put in the briefest terms, I believe this relocation is important because: - I will be living with many people - I will be living in an area of campus known to have a great amount of 'spirit' - I will be living with those that share my mindset and ideals - I will be residing in an area with a much higher quality aesthetic and series of services I will endeavor, in the next coming weeks, to document my current, and soon to be past place of living. It will be my goodbye, my love letter of resignation to the residential area that kept me for so long. And with this, I leave these thoughts behind. Finality. We move forward by the grace of our past.
Snorkeler.
The strength to go on drives a hard bargain. It asks for sacrifice, discipline, and hope.
“Hey _nonsenseapologist_, what time is it?” “…four twelventy-fourteen.”
when someone says I’m being over dramatic
No but this is actually me with every little petty issue I have
Ethereal Nostalgia
One of the strangest facets of the human mind is its ability to create endless threads of alternate realities. When I say 'alternate', by the way, I am not referring to something fanciful or impossible, but to something that could have been - something that could have happened by random chance in this strange life. In every human, there are essentially two lives - one that is grounded in the bland reality we all occupy, and one that is composed of the most ideal circumstances one can imagine. This second life, the most fantastic, is by far the deepest. Because while our reality is in many ways fascinating and complex, this inner life contains not only that person's perception of reality, but also the amalgamation of all their ideals, wants, and desires. It is in practice a more complete version of life than objective reality, even when it is not in theory. More fascinating than this revelation is the realization that we, as humans, can be drawn to remember this fake life with a sort of longing. We experience, then, a sort of 'ethereal nostalgia', a fond memory of a life created within our own minds. I have often, now, experienced this in my current dwelling. There is a small wood outside of my window, where trees tightly hug a small brook that runs between. I have only a couple of times been out in that forest with friends now gone - however, I remember fondly trips that I could have made through that wood with these friends, had they not left. I am accompanied by ghosts as I walk this wood alone.
Whenever I get mad about something someone else does, I realize that while they are mortal and shall one day perish, my hate for them shall allow me to live forever
