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[ceolecongvu]

(via Cách lắp bồn cầu cực nhanh chóng, đơn giản tại nhà)

[kristywins]

Even so, I still believe in love

I think I’m going through what some may call an existential stage. I’ve recognize how random and meaningless life can be. In the, nothing is real, and everything is just an illusion, distracting us from the reality that we have no control of our fate, and that we all could die at any moment, sort of way. I’ve been thinking a lot about what kind of society I live in. How everything that I want and MORE is at my fingertips; where I am constantly bombarded with images, information, and doctrines of what it means to be alive. And somehow, I’ve come to realize that it’s all just fluff. None of it is real. And, yes; even now, while I write on my blog on tumblr, there’s a part of me that recognizes that this too is an attempt to cope with the fact that I will one day die and none of this will matter. This will all be gone. My words will be all that remains, and they too will lose their meaning with time. Or maybe not. Who the fuck knows. Like I said, I’m going through something right now.

[kristywins]

Cognitive Dissonance

I wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy.

I am not P. Diddy.

[kristywins]

Happy Mother's Day

I am your daughter. And in that capacity, you have given me the strength to conquer the demons that resides within the cracks of this beautiful life.

You are my mother. And in that capacity, you are the light that shines through me at the exact moment when my eyes have accepted the darkness.

You are me, and I am you. Our love is eternal, and the universe will dance the day that we are reunited.

[kristywins]

What's the matter?

The heart of the matter is that I love you. The truth of the matter is that you’re not the one.

[kristywins]

LEN

There once was a man named Len. Len was a simple man with a simple heart. This isn’t to say that Len was a weak man. He was quite the contrary. Len was a sight to be seen. His back was as wide as a semi his legs and arms were built to endure a ton of bricks. It was never a smart idea to mess with Len. However, with his brute strength and tender heart, it was always wise to befriend Len. For Len was the perfect specimen. A perfect mix of dark and light, good and evil, sane and neurotic. He knew when to protect, when to comfort. He had the confidence of a gladiator, with the humility of a monk. He knew when to stand up with conviction, when to walk away. Len was organically balanced. Wholly centered. Irrefutably perfect in his imperfections. Like I said, Len was a simple man with a simple heart. Too bad he’s dead.