#comparrisons

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There is always someone of the Charmings that is near to a Jack😅⛰️🙆‍♀️ ~Broadway Girl~

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it is not what it seems🧙‍♀️🤱🤰👸 ~Broadway Girl~

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The race is on These oil spots look like racing sperm, and the little guy up front is in the lead. LOL 😁😆😄😅🤣😂 It looked funny to me to make this analogy, but it comes down to winners 🏆 and losers 😥. Goes to show that even in oil spots the little guy can get ahead or this can possibly also happen while getting some head. Whichever, at some point we either pay the price or you swallow someone's pride. LOL 😁😆😄😅🤣😂 #analogy #comparrisons #madeyouthink #madeyoulaugh #winners #losers (at Upland, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPf6vSGAXEg/?utm_medium=tumblr

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sorry to keep posting thoughts and what nto but i feel better doing this than just writing journal entries and never showing those to anybody ever. 

plus its my fucking blog and im putting these all under read more's so you dont even have to look at them so i dont think anyone should have a problem with this so if u do i guess stfu? yeah what am i saying i dont need to appoligizse its my blog. 

and like

i feel alot more at peace now

like even the sad music

and exactly last year i think

around this time

was when i started getting really really terribly sad and it was the scariest thing ever because i didnt know why i cried at all and my friends couldnt console me and it was kinda like the first steps of all the shit storm of last year. 

and around the exact same time i started listening to emilie autumn and she made me actually alot sadder and i only got better when i forced myself to stop listening to her

but i think in a way it was very good to listen to her at first

and maybe it'll be good now to listen to her

and maybe im just in a strange cycle 

and this year..

im going to break it. 

maybe

i must admit im terrified of october

because thats where it all went downhill last year

and im gotten hints that it might be terrible this year

but i was wrong on some of those hunches and it's very up in the air

but i think, my close friend marina, was right when she told me

to be prepared for winter, because it will bring alot of change for me

not specifically bad or good

just change

and i think it's gunna be like

neither really? like, subtle but healthy. and itll turn out later to be like absoltuyl huge. 

i dont know im just blathering without thinking relaly

thigns

it's fall season and

winter is next

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[sociologicalspokenword]

sort of not really a poem

I miss you like a ship would miss is anchor; crew men tugging at the braided rope only to find that the end has been frayed and that they have no way to cling to the ocean's bottom.

I miss you like a white dandelion would ache for its downy, pale puffs after they've been blown away into the air.

I miss you like a polar bear misses the days when the ice caps were tall and proud; as opposed to runny and melted like an ice cream sundae in the sun.

I miss you like a puzzle misses the piece that lies missing underneath the cabinet.

Without you I feel like a pair of red sunglasses with one tinted lens missing from the frame.

I need you like a sock needs its twin or a glove needs the other hand to hold.

I desire for nothing more but to feel you wrapped around me like an eyelid over an eyeball, encassing it's treasure tightly.

I yearn for you as the white waves wants for the sea foam that it has left behind on the rocky shore.

I pine for you like a yellowing, leatherbound book wants for its missing page. It wants to have the whole story within its grasp again. Even one page missing makes all the difference.

I'm floundering for you like a fish out of water: the oldest simile there is.

I miss you like cherry trees miss the spring time; they want to sway and sing and dance in the sun-filled breeze.

Am I just supposed to forget about someone like you? Would you tell Van Gogh to forget about his Mona Lisa's smile?

But you've found another set to be a piece of; another line to make whole. How can I wish to have you back if you only want to run farther and farther away from me? My intensity, my misery, my own black, broken breast, is driving you farther into the arms of someone else.

I fear that I will never again feel complete and that I will spend my whole life searching for the missing piece that was you, and the hole that your departure ate into me.

Our relationship is a book that I have not yet finished reading, but I cannot skip any pages. Each time that we are together, I just think, "Yes. This is where I'm supposed to be. How can I be around you always? I want all of you, forever." I just want to read the end already so I know whether or not to purchase a new shade of ink pen.

The words "I love you" are not strong enough. And you can never love somebody as much as you can miss them.

I know that it makes more sense for you to be with the other person right now, but I just don't want our love to be negated by your blooming love for someone else. I don't want to be forgotten. I don't want to be replaced. I can only hope that he's going on the shelf next to me, not on top of me as a cover-up. Just because you like him doesn't mean that you didn't love me, right?

[bagfrys]

What I realised last night

There are tremendous parallels between Death note and Breaking Bad.

The series is about two relatively meek characters (Walt/Light) who, by happenstance (the Death Note/cancer), decide to change their lives for the "better" (killing criminals/cooking meth). Along the way, they meet high-ranking law enforcement officers (L/Hank) that constantly try to foil their plans. Eventually the two actually become friends, with one party knowing exactly who the other is, and the other only slightly suspecting it.

But morality is called into question, when both Light and Walter have to kill innocent people to protect themselves and their subordinates/families. Light kills Raye Penber and his fiancée because they come too close to the truth; over the series, Walt kills Krazy-8, the drug dealers that caused Combo to be murdered, Hector, Gus, and numerous others. Also, both Light and Walt constantly manipulate close friends (Ryuk in the bus (when Light learns Raye's name) AND Misa Misa (cutting her life in half twice)/Jesse (poisoning Brock, killing Gale, attempting to kill Gus) into committing atrocities and putting themselves in harm's way, just so that they won't have to.

Ryuk and Jesse are also guides-of-sorts for Light and Walt. Neither of them really know the semantics of the Death Note or cooking meth. Light and Walt learn from them, without really wanting to. Eventually the two become buddies of sorts. But there comes a time where Ryuk and Jesse are kind of thrown at the wayside, not needed but necessary to the lives of Light and Walt. They stick around because they were there at the beginning, and can be of use in the future. 

There are a lot of other similarities, but I think the biggest is gonna come soon. I think that Walt is going to kill Hank. More so, he's going to feel very little remorse about it. It'll just be another death that keeps the train moving, much like how Light kills L so he can take the moniker for himself. But, as Dean Norris let slip, something's gonna happen with Holly. I think Holly is like Soichiro, Light's father - they're going to be inadvertently involved in the criminal aspect of everything, and (like Soichiro) Holly's going to be killed. UNLIKE DEATH NOTE, however, the last shred of humanity in Walt is going to cause him unimaginable grief, and he's going to use the Disappearing Man to flee ABQ and hide.

I can't yet explain the machine gun, though.

Well? Am I insane? Is this stupid? Let me know (This is what happens when you try to fight sleeping pills late at night and just finished "Half-Measures" for like the 10th time).

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Maybe it's like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen — these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel cracks open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through the cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get in, and the light can get out..

Anna Cloutman

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