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A #meaningfulsilence is always better than #meaninglesswords. #loneboat #reflection #lowpoly #instadaily
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A #meaningfulsilence is always better than #meaninglesswords. #loneboat #reflection #lowpoly #instadaily
Hindi lahat ng sorry ay nakakatulong.
I didn't give up on you, I just got tired of empty promises, that were just meaningless words! #emptypromises#meaninglesswords#dontgiveuponyou#loveispatient#
Actions speak list than words... #Apologies #Actions #Chanfe #MeaninglessWords
Bullshit
I’ve decided I’m going to start writing. More. This is probably quite an obvious pastime of a post-graduate journalist, but I’d rather drone on about meaningless bullshit than write proper articles. I just love bullshit. I love talking it, I love hearing it. It’s whatever you want it to be. It’s lies, but beautifully wrapped ones. Everyone is a fucking bullshitter. We all make our lives sound better than they actually are, gassing about the plans we always intend to follow through with, flourishing our wank jobs.
Speaking of which; why is there such a stigma about admitting that you’re unemployed, rather than “in-between work”, constantly justifying our shit jobs because it “pays the bills”. Who gives a fuck at the end of the day. I’ve had some horrific jobs (as in not ones to be proud of), and experienced some foul attitudes about them-which I’ve always found a bit rich coming from people who are in the same boat as me, but I guess are too proud to admit it. Maybe that’s because I seriously lack any sense of shame.
Anyway, I’m going off topic. Bullshit’s great, yes that’s where I was. Maybe I just love living in a constant state of ignorant bliss, I wouldn’t go as far as denial, don’t get me wrong I can handle the truth-but at the end of the day isn’t the truth just a bit tedious? I realise I’ve somewhat contradicted myself along the way here. I’m indecisive, mentally flippant, and also bored as balls, but don’t take any notice, I’m just chatting bullshit.
This Means Nothing.. Act III Scene iv
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tM5xhFs5HHk
OTHELLO
Fetch me the handkerchief—my mind misgives.
DESDEMONA
Come, come,
You’ll never meet a more sufficient man.
OTHELLO
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
Shared dangers with you—
OTHELLO
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA
In sooth, you are to blame.
OTHELLO
Away!
The theme of this scene is of a perverted trial. Othello plays the role of the prosecutor, demanding that Desdemona gives him proof that she still has the handkerchief and accusing her of being a whore. Instead of defending herself against her husband’s accusations, Desdemona responds by advocating Cassio’s case, making Othello the judge of Cassio’s character. For the love that began with words, you can tell there is something amiss when neither of them are capable of communicating with each other. Othello is repeatedly screaming “The handkerchief!” while Desdemona enumerates Cassio’s noble qualities, all of which Othello takes as testimony against her. Words were the creation and the damnation of Othello and Desdimona's love. How does the deterioration of the worth of the lover's words mirror the vitality and virtue of their marriage?