#thoughtsonthings

[camellachronicles]

if there wasn’t an afterlife

How would you like to be remembered when you die? said my Religion teacher I dont want to be remembered. I want to be loved while I’m alive. What are memories to me when I’m dead.

[caitlynariana1322]

What will Your choice be?

There is a substance in this world that presents the ability to do many things. it is here to help us, but it can harm us.

It holds the power to bring us hurt and pain, and also to comfort and joy. It may make us feel abandoned in solace or deeply saddened, at times, this may be simultaneous. We allow it to change how we view ourselves. It is on the highest pedestal, and therefore makes you afraid to lose it. It can lift us up, and break us down. It provides confidence, and can make us feel without worth or value when we don’t have it. This make us angry, or sad, but this is still capable of changing the world.

It may bring you hope, to help you, but can potentially hurt you. It can provide a feeling of  safety, however it can cause insecurity. Makes us smile, but also brings us to tears. It holds the ability to bring people together... Or to tear them apart. It is capable of beauty, and can cause destruction. 

We all need it, whether we’ll admit it or not, and most feel they don’t now or won’t ever have enough. It can break people, by tearing them down, or help someone, to change their life for the better. It can provoke good people to do bad things, and yet, may help the “bad” people start anew and seek redemption, because It gives us hope for a better tomorrow.

Please ask yourself 

if it is LOVE

or 

if it is Money

... And if you could only obtain one... Which is honestly worth more to you? What will your choice be?

TYFRAT #thankyouforreadingandthinking

[loworose]

Day Three

Today I fear, I am going to mess up. I have to write for school and it fills me with anxiety. Ughs.

[aj-archer]

On A Long Forgotten Journal

Over the weekend I found an old journal of mine. It was one of those hard covered ones, beautifully bound, with leaves embossed on the front. The following was inscribed in a beautiful font on the title page:

May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back.

And underneath, in what can only be described as "angry cursive", I had added the following:

And may the next one care about you as little as you did about me. Asshole.

Vindictive, I must have been!

[loworose]

Most people look at me and judge me without even knowing me. I know this is normal. I don't blame them. I just wish they didn't assume I'm just this monolithic being. Even with all the labels I could put upon me, or all the labels others could put upon me, there is still so much more to me. I am still learning and growing every day. I change a little bit piece by piece. I'm unlearning, and relearning. I am far from perfect. I am perfectly me. 

[loworose]

One Day

One Day I will go into the ocean. I will battle the pressure that will envelope me. I will see through the darkness. I will swim with the beings that inhabit the sea. I will be scared. I will be alone. 

[loworose]

Love

I love some individuals.

I love some people.

Some foods.

Some things.

But I notice its hard for people to love all of something.

On certain cases its understandable.

But honestly.

It's way to easy to pick something apart.

[stridestofeelalive]

             We are so dedicated to trying to find meaning in in things. Tryin to define our lives. When there just might not be any. There might not be a god, or a life after this one. But what is real is this. This is happening right now. Our lives a slipping away and we don't even know it. Don't spend so much damn time in front of a screen. Don't wake up one day thinking, "Fuck, I should have been out living my life instead of watching T.V." Don't wake up one day when you are eighty thinking, "I should have kissed that boy. What would have happened if I told him how I felt?" I don't want to feel like this one day. I want to tell stories when I'm old of all the things I did do-not what I should have done.