Seven billion people on a tiny planet… suspended in the vastness of space… all alone. How we make sense of that is the great mystery of our frail existence. Maybe it’s being alone in the universe that holds us all together… keeps us needing one another in the smallest of ways… creating a quantum entanglement… of you, of me, of us. And if that’s really true… then we live in a world where anything is possible. -Jake “Touched”
Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
If by ‘fuck the police’ you mean fuck the corrupt, prejudiced, racist system then yes, fuck the police, but if you mean fuck the police for stopping you from smoking weed and getting away with illegal behaviour then no, fuck you.
OK SO I SAW THIS AND I JUST TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE.
OH MY GOD
The truth is there will always be imperfections in our craft to us no matter how much we try to perfect it we will always find something we wish to be fixed. We won’t ever be satisfied with what we do we always want more, more beautiful, louder, stronger, more competent, softer, slower, faster, brighter, darker, foreign, we always want something more, but that’s what makes us human. We claim to become frustrated with our crafts yet we love them because they are a part of us and will forever be a part of us even if we discontinue that craft. You will never be horrible at something you love because even if mistakes are made though out the process it’s still beautiful because your love for the craft will shine through. There will always be room for improvements and changes, but it was never said they had to all occur at once.
The ratio is always the same. 1 to 1.618, over and over and over again. The patterns, mathematical in design, are hidden in plain sight. You just have to know where to look. 7,080,360,000 people and only a few of us can see the connections. Today we’ll send over 300 billion e-mails. 19 billion text messages. Yet we’ll still feel alone. The average person will say 2,250 words to 7.4 other individuals. Will these words be used to hurt? Or to heal? There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the Red Thread of Fate. It says that the gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached it to all of the people whose lives we are destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break. -Jake “touched”
Do we really have to take this?
A friend of mine was moving from her apartment. She asked me to look after some of her things. I agreed and not too long after she asked if her daughter Frances can come pick it up. I agreed and she came over with her boyfriend, who was also the father of her baby. I helped them carry the stuff down to the car, and during the whole visit exchanged possibly 10 words.
Next day I received these texts. I had to created a fiancee I didn’t really have in order for him to stop.
I never told my friend what her daughter’s boyfriend did. Now they are expecting a second child, so as you all see, there was no break up.
So Do we women really have to take this kind of attitude?
Do we have to invent things and people in order to be left alone.
I don’t want to have my titties banged.
I am not an easy lay.
I don’t deserve this.
Why do I go from being called “cute” “smart” and “pretty” in the beginning of the conversation, to “fatty” “bitch” and “ugly” in the end?
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how do people like this actually exist what the fuck
The only thing that made him back off was the idea that you already had another man in your life.
The only thing that made him back off was the idea that you already had another man that owned you.