Billy Talent - Surrender

if i look back, i am lost
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Billy Talent - Surrender
no marios, no kongs, when the ritual begongs
take me to peach
i’ll worship dry bones at the side of the road
i can see no difference between toadette and toad
offer me that waluigi
Good god, let me give you my coins
Sick Puppies - Odd One
odd one, you’re never alone i’m here and i will reflect you both of us basically unattached to anything or anyone unless we’re pretending you live your life in your head some call it imagination i’d rather focus, instead, on anything except what i’m feeling what i’m feeling, odd one hey, it’s gonna be okay hey, we’re gonna laugh at this one day
Not again, please stay.
Bare foot on lego
You have been Slain
Sona snapped a string
He said Good by
She’s never returning home
I’m all alone again
How could this happen.
His dick fell off.
them: ummm……nice shoes me:
thanks
The irony: shoes you wear when you don't gotta go fast.
The Fleetwood Mac tag is trending what a time to be alive
If there were a DNA test to see if a baby is gay in the womb, would Christians be for, or against, aborting it?
And on your right, children, we have shots being fired and minds being fucked
Unfair questions are always bad.
If there was a DNA test that told your parents you were going to grow up into someone uses baited questions to create controversy instead of fair, fact based discussions, would they be for or against abortion?
Your "funny joke" supposes that gender is genetic, which is the only part that made me laugh.
You aren't helping any cause.
// Don't complain to me about things that are out of my fucking control. It gets old fast and I don't want to fucking hear it.
// A note about those little red posters that has everyone in a fit:
The truth can be very uncomfortable.
Interacting through technology is about comfort and convenience. Sure, you’re comfortable with texting and social networking, because it gives you control over how you present yourself, convenience to connect at any time, and that makes you comfortable.
That doesn't make it good for you. It’s healthy as supplementary social interaction. It can’t replace value and presence of real life, face to face interaction. You can’t fit your essence into 140 characters. You can’t show someone who and what you are in 6 second, prerecorded installments.
Life isn't that convenient. It forces you to think on your feet, to act and react. Yes, it takes away the image editors and the endless rewrites that let you look your best, but I gives back so much more.
The depth and breadth of personal interaction far surpass words. Voice. Tone. Physical expression. Touch. Instant feedback. The freedom to ramble on and on with whatever comes to your mind. The respect of sharing that airtime with another living soul full of thoughts and feelings all their own. The privilege to relay meaning without words, granted by those who seek your attention and are willing to accept your silence as such. Real communication demands unfiltered communication and honest responses. It bleeds through deception in your face and in your stance. It helps you see “eye to eye”, perhaps the closest thing we have to “soul to soul”.
Let’s not forget, the invaluable gift of being unable to pass off an “I’m OK”, when you really aren't OK.
So don’t tell me again that you’re offended when I say in these glorified snapshots of real life, we have created a wonderful excuse for the scared and lazy parts of us to never be brave and strong. Don’t tell me that I can trust who you are from behind that screen. Anonymity may be your blessing, but it is my curse because I cannot know you. Behind that mask, you are closer to being nobody that anywhere else.
I wouldn't trade a hour of real life conversation for a hundred snap-chats, a thousand tweets, or ten days worth of texts.
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What is innocence? I feel as though we are all trying too hard, to make it seem like a sin. Naive, we frown. Gullible, we snark. Unrealistic, we deride, that anyone should retain a pure intention. It feels so good, to put aside my needs, to pretend for a moment that I have no selfishness, that I am the second coming, here for just a moment to hold the door for you and then float off again, or help you carry your groceries without an ulterior motive. Then why should it be wrong for me to save you? To pay for your groceries, to do anything more that I know to be good, and difficult, that everyone will point out as my folly and weakness, and me not give a damn? I remember what innocence was like. It was good.
It is a firm belief of mine, that inside every woman no matter her condition, there exists some remnant of a little girl with rosy cheeks and a gap toothed grin, ready to take on the world, and inside every man, the spirit of a little boy with muddy knees and a spring in his step, just waiting to fall in love with her in the most innocent and joyful way there is.
Souls of those I have loved, souls of those I have sung, strengthen me, support me, rid me of lies and the corrupting vapours of the world; and you, O Lord God, grant me the grace to produce a few good verses, which shall prove to myself that I am not the lowest of men, that I am not inferior to those whom I despise.
Baudelaire
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In 1992, the show Beyond 2000 visited an NEC design lab in Tokyo to take a look at what wearable computers might look like in a decade or so. NEC’s designers had cooked up what appear to be design prototypes of various wearable computers—they don’t actually do anything, but they’re useful for exploring what the device might do, and how it would feel to use it.
Welcome to February 2015
Today I have given you the choice between life and death, between blessings and curses. Now I call on heaven and earth to witness the choice you make. Oh, that you would choose life, so that you and your descendants might live!
deuteronomy
So among a whole lot of other things, the white media is just going to ignore the fact that this man is dating a fucking middle schooler.
They not gonna paint his trifling, unrepentant white ass as a thug either, go figure.
// He's a stupid delinquent, but research before you judge. She told him he was "18, almost 19" and had a fake ID in her possession that she used to convince him and to purchase cigarettes.
She fooled his sister, who said "She would go into the local convenience store and come out with tobacco products. We didn't know she was not an adult." She had everyone fooled.
Yeah he's dumb. Yeah he's a criminal. There's more to it than him being unrepentant and trifling. Guess what, it doesn't have to be about his skin color.
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Nobody’s forgotten that men have hearts, but not for lack of trying. They do exist, and they’re actually quite soft. It’s all for want of acting tough and hard that they get ripped, bruised, and poked full of holes. You either heal, and the scars make you hard, or you shrivel like a piece of jerky. Because what kind of man has a soft heart, right?