Во имя Бога

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As you grow older you recognise that 'interesting people' are only truly substantial insofar as they keep the general human virtues well. Nobody can live up to their facade in perpetuity but our plain depths can be better than our superficial mystery. Don't make an idol of anyone, but emulate whatever good you find in people. Nobody is as they seem but kindness and loyalty and other virtues are perennial and surpass us all. Common goodness is precious and godly.

You mature once the human race loses its mystery to you. We can never be the fullness of our mystery as we present it, but we can be more valuable than our mystery.

Kindness, piety, justice, loyalty and other virtues are the only things that matter and they're the same in everyone who has them. Nobody has them as their own peculiar possession. The only things which make a human being truly interesting and substantial are available to us all.

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I feel like people I've known have stolen me from people I know. The wrong people helped themselves to what was best in me, and left nothing for others. I'm a sad mouse I suppose.

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I don’t have a lot of things in my life I would call “traumatic” but I still retain this sickening anxiety and despair every time i hear a child cry.

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I think I am the way I am due to premature birth

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Having a presence on the internet feels like being on an adventure in which even genuine victories and moments of sublimity amount only to incongruously serious episodes in the life of Don Quixote. I feel like I'm on a journey in which even my progress happens on the wrong continent. I feel like I'm performing a dance in which every right step is in the wrong dance, and that the only thing for me to do is to devise a looser dance out of this sum of missteps.

I love and admire very many people I've met through the internet, but I feel I met them in the wrong world.

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The words I feel about everybody I meet are ‘I miss you, I’m sorry, and I still love you’.

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I don't believe anyone that says they're in love

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It takes a lot to lose people, but it takes so little to make them like you just a little bit less, and that bit can mean a lot.

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My enemies believe I have turned to tumblr as a forum wherein to 'be profound' but in fact this site simply represents me at that moment after a certain number of drinks where you drift down into profundity and people don't feel it's kind to ask you to leave just yet.

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Few things are more annoying than when someone who doesn't deserve their fame grows into their role and eventually begins to deserve it. A usurper can end up with the kingliness as well as the crown. Good for them.

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Sometimes it really feels like I've woken up on an alien planet and I don't know anyone or anything and everyone keeps talking to me in some alien language

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Do it, faggot.

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Despite my demeanor and general understandings, there is something with my thought processes that makes it hard to get along with most normal people, but I also can’t just do whatever i please, so I end up just being a bit “weird”

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я пиздец как хочу казаться потому что быть не смогу ни при каких обстоятельствах