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The Seven Social Sins are: Wealth without work. Pleasure without conscience. Knowledge without character. Commerce without morality. Science without humanity. Worship without sacrifice. Politics without principle. From a sermon given by Frederick Lewis Donaldson in Westminster Abbey, London, on March 20, 1925.
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🌌trusting the process. Trusting in the good coming my way. Hoping the same for everyone reading this💗
“Life is only available in the present moment.”
— Thich Naht Hanh (via minuty)
“Do what you have to do until you can do what you want to do.”
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“Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will. But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.”
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“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.”
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Things just shatter, regardless of how many times I stick them together. Getting answers is easy, getting help has got tough. Close ones cause more mishaps than the strangers. Swallowing my ego for the sake of others has normalised but seeking the pleasures for myself has got impossible.
Deeply entrenched chaos of this cosmos is glued to daily troubles. Strays have become more supportive and humane, contrasting to the inhumane humans around me. Ruins were suppose to recover, but rehabilitation has burdened more baggage than ever.
Filling the void makes me choked. Things have become a tasteless steroid. Peak of Euphoria is now just a flattened heart, fragile as a flake of corn. Time flies, time flew, and it'll do so in future. Calm and composed as I try to, fortitude of solitude makes and breaks its own fall.
All I look for is this storm to pass, while I survive enough to fulfill desires I won't regret at my deathbed. So, with clean hands and mask on, I endure to arrive at the existential utopia.
“Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.”
— Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice (via perfeqt)
“Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life.” -
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
I just grabbed her by the jaw and kissed her so deep as a reminder that the air she's breathing is coming from my lungs!
She was my school crush. Got invited to her wedding. While we were playing a game of the wedding's eve, guess the whose fantasy was agreed by all of. She got my chit, which said ' fuck my crush before she gets married'. Although she guessed a wrong guy, our eyes met in the most sensual way.
Next morning, I knew she'd come for jog in the nearby park due to fitness etiquette. I dropped by just say hi, but she made the first move saying ' I knew you it was your fantasy I read last evening 😏. Still the same handwriting since school, huh!' I was surprised. Our fuck session ended so well, that she'd never jog again but crave for my private training daily😈
CURIOSITY IS A BITCH.…
Sometimes I'm happy, or sad, or depressed. Family issues still continue. My sleep cycle is so fucked up, that go to bed at 7am in India, following the US time zone. This is eating me up. My heart's not good. I feel a void in my life. Sometimes materialistic things around me seem so great, but their euphoria is fades away in moments. Caught up between memes and web series to cure boredom, I'm losing my patience to something I'm not able to see. Cholesterol took a fucked up toll on my body. And I'm turning a lunatic boomer. Once complimented as guy triggered by internal motivation, I'm these hoping for an external force to reckon my spirit. My homies were planning for Tokyo 2020 years back. Good it postponed, but sad thte 2021 sounds odd. I live through my fantasies in ny weird ways to thrill me( although it's short ternm happiness) . My chaos is troubling. Want to fix my heart, but not having proper sleep cycle. Want to fix my sleep cycle, but leg pain is killing me. Want to fix my lef pain, but have to lose weight. Want to lose weight, even tried it, but leg pain is fucking kills me. Want to fix diet, but sleep cycle is fucked up. And this interconnected cluster fuck just makes me hopeless, helpless, negative, arrogant, monstrous, and what not while I still have some privilege. The best moments always bring me to look for ways to conquer my desires. But the worst ones just makes want to survive to not cause me and fam to go through another death. I come yo a point where even having 5-6 sleeping pills don't make me go to sleep. Cause sedatives can get my mind to sleep, but can't ease my leg pain. Sometimes, life just feels like a plain endless motion of drowning. As the song says, either I'm comfortably numb, or my tears don't fall, or I'm just another brink in the wall.
#sex #sensual #fan #joke #meme #wit #crazy
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