no one understand I am in problem and cant cope out
Been Drownyou are so wrong and you know it
your acting sorry is a lie
because your kind likes shit so that is why perhaps we are cess according to you..
tell me the secret how did you make 120 billion cess?
its a epic success of your whoredome
we cess then your dog is also your cess perhaps
do whatever I also see how long you carry your wrong you shit slime
you are wrong and every cow knows that
Small Transmittorslife transmits life in information..biological or implied in gestures..
even small creatures about us could influence our ideas and through a world can seem like communicating with us..as if transmittors of packets of information..every one has a message, wants to be heared and discovered..creatures can evolve in nature or can be gene mutated..the ethics of hellish mutations can't be assessed..who knows what can appear from where..life was best in natural limits..the clubs of science have exploded into street labs of chaos and mutations..gene codes can be mutated as easily or easier than a computer code..and that with a setup of experiments can create anything anywhere..science without a license is a chaotic hell of utter freedom..
Divine ArroganceA temple also has an idol of Goddess..a palace of a proud kin also has the idol of the same goddess..
when a palace falls down it becomes a ruin..a temple is never let to fall, even if it rises again..
The message is the divinity..
Divine sense is simple..its the faith of the suffering devotee, their submission to their only hope, its not the ruins of a Goddess's shame..
The Rate Is time embraceTime is not a resource, it doesnt have a source or origin..
Time is simply the rate of difference between events one by one..
Time's only measure for a state of a subject is in another time and another state of subject..
time doesn't have a specific point of origin, its the distinct part of an imagined continuity..
Desicion Strength Is A Sixth Sensemy parents never directly warned me nor told me the misconsequences of doing right or wrong..
even when I was doing something right I was not affirmed of its rightness
doing wrong never warned of its worstness
never was a clear sense of right from wrong..plus I was always in a kind of sleep..what? life's instructions are in abstract? catch whatever? or what?
what is the abstract style of discerning the truth? as if no one knows what they are doing..how would I ever know was I right or wrong, with time it seems somethings are wrong, but even the wrong was not implied exactly..who knows how judge what is here and what is there in obvious consequence..people know it and they lead their life so, and they never get it wrong..while I could never pre-judge..
i never knew the decision of any thing
No One Can ImplyNo one can decide one's superior greatness..unless the pleasures of living and living one's dreams are governed by destiny and fate..happy people are destined for living the moments they live.
Life is full of complicated hurts in time and in fate. So are great moments and smiles. In some people's life no matter they are good or bad, moments are decided, their equations all fall in place in the life time. If life is larger than the life time lived then one can hope for some other life gifts, but for one's life that I am you are living, having the great moments is a correct equation. Those who are living their best, or those who are dead to miseries, none of them will require my insignt, they are so engrossed in their version of fate.
One can say world is bad, most people are bad, but neither being good nor bad can deny the equations that they define and that miraculously decide the pain or pleasure. Some thing is know somethings hurt us, somethings are good. Still what hurts and what is
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Letter to a fatherDear Father,
As I sit in a room two continents away, surrounded by clothes and books and pretty things, all bought with money provided by you, five years into a degree funded by you, I type away this letter.
Dear Father, two days ago you laughed when I excitedly showed you a photo of a thirty-five-bedroom castle and said that one day I will buy it, and you told me that at my age you had stopped having those grandiose dreams. Let me tell you a different story. Nineteen years ago, you pulled a drawer out of your wardrobe, to reveal a drawer behind it, and within this drawer was a single item: an old, ornate, large iron key. You told me it was the key to the gates of your Castle in Spain. Only years later did I learn that in French, "castle in Spain" means castle in the air.
Thanks to a man who never stopped dreaming... but who put his dreams aside to help his daughter make hers come true, today, I can dream.
Dear Father, when they ask me if I have a role model, I name you. You may be gru
Abe writes to SMeyer....My dearest Stephanie Meyer,
I know upon receiving this letter your first reaction will be to disregard it as some kind of joke. I assure you, however, the return address you see scrawled on the back of this envelope is very real, and so am I for quite some time, actually, despite what your history books may say.
But I digress; my existence is hardly the matter I wish to discuss with you. Does the name "Twilight" ring a bell? I should hope so. For that is the topic of the following letter.
I must admit, when I first heard about this series, I felt only a mild twinge of irritation: Just another vampire romance novel, I thought-full of inaccuracies and dark, brooding anti-heroes. While I could go on and on with my quibbles about any sort of romance with a vampire, your "Twilight" particularly caught my attention.
I'll be frank with you, Mrs. Meyer: it was the most inaccurate interpretation of vampi
BullyWhen I was a minor, I was heavily bullied throughout my public schooling life. That is preschool all the way to senior year. I was bullied for various reasons; for being too smart, for having crooked teeth, for liking cats, for "being too manly", for being friendly... and it destroyed me. I have attempted suicide twice in my life and have permanently been inflicted with depression. I also have an extremely hard time socializing and standing up for myself, because any time I had tried to do so in my past, only made things worse for me...
I got it not only from other students, but also from teachers and school boards, who discriminated against me in various ways. What was I to do? No adult would help me, in fact they told me it was all my fault and I deserved it, they told me to stop standing up and to stop being who I am. It made me for the longest time a walking zombie, unable to express myself and my desires, because I had lost hope.
And this is by no means a unique case whatsoever fo
To a twin sisterDear girl,
It took me twenty-two years and a hundred crumpled-up cast-away beginnings of letters to finally write something coherent to you.
I wanted to tell you that I have been in your life from the day you were born, as you have been in mine, and that I do hear your whispers at night when you beg me to reply but, like you, I am trapped on the wrong side of the mirror. I want you to know that I look like you and we have the same eyes of veiled wistfulness and reined-in hope. When you were thirteen and you wondered why your eyes changed from stormy grey to chocolate brown, I wanted to reach out and tell you that you were simply binding your heart tighter to mine and that we were becoming who we were meant to be to each other. We are twins of the same soul and we share the same hesitant smile and lopsided chin.
Dear girl, I see you in your oversized jumper that covers your slender wrists and too-thin body, and your pyjama trousers that hide the two layers of tights you wear t
American GirlDear Maybe-Mama,
I was not a mistake.
It’s strange to think that exactly half of my DNA comes from you, and yet we could pass each other on the street and not even recognize each other.
I’ve never really believed in searching for you, my biological family. I never asked my parents the heartbreaking questions that Hollywood makes small, blue-eyed orphans ask: “Why didn’t my real mother want me?” I’ve never believed in any of that, and I don’t expect that you’d want me to, anyway.
But if we ever did meet, what would we even say to each other? I don’t speak Chinese, and you probably don’t speak English. But, in case you’ve ever wondered about me, here’s a little about myself:
I look different now. When you last saw me, I weighed less than fifteen pounds and could fit inside of a kitchen sink when I needed a bath. But today I am 19 years old and I’m probably taller than you – the nutrition in America is dif
dear best friend.there is something so beautiful about you. i think thats why i love you.
you give me something to think about, to laugh about, to cry about, to rant about. you let me know that i'm actually living and i have a reason to be smiling at all the silly things i do.
you piss me off. you irritate me to no end. you are so god damn self centered and so arrogant and so god damn adorable i can't begin to tell you how many times i would pull down the stars just to see you smile or to get a god damn kiss or hug.
dear best friend,
please don't leave. ever.
a very devoted me.
A Letter to YouDear fellow artist,
At times I've noticed you struggle with your works, and I've seen how you feel you don't get the recognition, appreciation and popularity you are entitled to. You have not said it out loud, but I know these kinds of thoughts often strike to young artists like you and me.
You might have been feeling that you are a talentless twat, trying to do something artistic and you might have also thought that no one really cares about you or your works.
I do care.
I've seen how easy it is to create things people shamelessly now call art. They know how to take a screencapture of their favourite cartoon and then attach it to the Motivational Poster Generator. If not that, they know how to paste the image on Paint and colour it over and then call it art. If someone does not know how to do that or how to create their own artworks, they might be talented enough to type in a search word to Google's Image Search bar and find everything they'd love to create. Then they downl
what to do- Art VS Parents
Art career VS Parents is actually a very very common issue in many different countries.
First of all, you are not alone in this struggle, many many people are on the same boat sharing the same problem, including your parents.
A lot of parents tend to think doing art makes you starve, and you will be poor all your life if you want to become an artist. They are dead set on "a certain career means more money therefore means more steady life"
Truth is... whatever that popular career is... it may become less popular later because of so many people going into the field, thus lowering the demand. The supply and demand principle applies to all fields, jobs market changes.
OK. To start with the conversation... Lets make sure we know what they think that an "art career" is~~~
Research and Communicate:
Usually they don't know ANYTHING about that career you want to go into, usually the best way to go about it is research how much "salary" you will get paid with doing a certain job