no one understand I am in problem and cant cope out
Cruel Demonsthey are cruel..they are proud of their cruelty
they dont have compassion for innocence, they cant understand that their world they are dreaming to win is their ultimate defeat and unending sufferings.
Sick MoronsIn life, in my country, I have faced deception from people, in many forms, at every level...birth family, so called friends, institutions. Everyone sucked me till my parents were paying and supporting me as per their major excuse to show as if they loved me, everyone trotted and dented me, but never enough to give me real love and freedom..I was just a misfortunate boy of a relatively well off middle class family.
I cant remember and name the deceptions I have faced, I cant name all the places I faced them..they have been numerous and every time. I never found curative love in life, love that holds and makes rise..all people who can strafe through the evil world have had the fortune to be truely love at least once in their life, even if brief, but they know what is true love, that makes our faith and devotion. How unfortunate I am to be born with these deceptive, liar, excusing people who just didnt let me live, they hate me, they find a tamperable toy in me..they are sick morons.
Maradi MaaikWhites were not as well off and strong as they are in this world now.
India was the prime source of the onset of colonial advance and the new era of white superiority.
White males generally have a very tribal instinct regarding their women and their submission, white women are agressive simple in nature, always wanting freedom.
How could one imagine the pre colonial days when whites were needy and needed to anyhow set their anchor in India. India was strong and civilised, more than whites, even if it doesnt mean that many modern white pioneers have carved a newer and ego less version of freedom(mostly a dream, as someone somewhere has to run the mills anyhow)..
I imagine, and is evident from certain lost legends; whites started slavery with enslaving their own women firstly..pre colonial whites hunted loose white women, or strong, rebel white women, or whatever and tied a collar around her neck and parade her around India, like a monkey master...selling her to civilised homes for domes
Fearless EndHeart is the source of all fears
Love makes coward and addicted
so does hatred
No one is ultimate, as a heart stops only at death..there can be heartless people, but they have desire for else also.
Speechless WickedMy father is a speechless wicked
and when he speaks is another wickedry
basically he hates European pride
for him european women are baby silly, lowly and animal..his desire always is to momentarily challenge the modesty and pride of Europeans..such that they are left bitter and speechlessly insulted and cant say a word.
Courage DesiresUltimate courage is the giving up of ultimate desire
Courage is to leave behind and never look back
The one who can leave back the desire of security and life is only who can make caurage
nonwhites are not brave, because nonwhites are dying of the ultimate desire of life and pleasures
Rich Fanaticmy father when he retires is going to pain by the employers about 80, 00,000 at a time as life time bonus
he has house, fat bank balance...and he says he has no money to send me for education
Fallen Angelsmy father can never answer me straight will he send me for higher studies and support my chance to make success
because he is a liar and this family is my enemy...they want to trap me..
the people who cant be faithfaull to their race cant also be faithfull to their words, they never reveal intent
they have since years deluded, trapped and shown me fake love..love is what makes strong..this is not love, cant be
my father plays mental and verbal football juggling to delude me..
my mother is a filthy fanatic, sister follows my father but is beastial like my mother
they hate anythint european and their patrons...they are themselves fallen angels so
Dear Mark. Dear Mark,
I don’t know if you will ever read this thing that I am writing to you, but I will try anyway because your last important message video really took my soul and shook it like never before. Also, I’m sorry if my English will be a little bit wonky, but I’m Italian and I might not speak English properly.
I have always been a shy, introverted, isolated without any self-esteem girl and I have always lived my life watching the others living their life (I won’t explain a lot, but I have reasons why I am this way). I have never been the “main character” of my life before. After years I gave up on trying not to live the way I am living -even if it makes me really sad- because I couldn’t get any result from what I was trying to do to get out of my corner. The only passion that I truly have is drawing, but I have never been to any course or school for it, so the progress was and still is really slow. Plus, my school is literally absorbing comple
La chica de la capucha roja La chica de la capucha roja
-Y entonces mataron al lobo y le abrieron la barriga donde pudieron sacar vivas a Caperucita y a su abuela...- el hombre soltó una risa sin humor y yo con mi madurez calificada, le di una mirada de "cállate, no he terminado aún".
De cualquier forma, aparte de su breve risa, no dijo nada más.
-Y colorín colorado, este cuento... Se ha acabado-. Cerré el libro que tenía delante de mi, y de pronto no recordé donde estaba, me pasaba seguido mientras leía, me absorbían tanto las palabras que olvidaba la crueldad del mundo real.
Me fije en las paredes grises, en el olor a humedad y en el único "adorno" en la sala. Un foco, que alumbraba muy tenuemente, apenas lo suficiente.
-¿Y bien? ¿Qué le pareció?- no esperaba que contestara, no como cualquier prisionero, porque el no era cualquier otro prisionero, el era el "lobo". Se dan muchas especulaciones sobre el porque, tal vez por su astuci
Awaken"Ever wondered how spiritual awakening truly happens?"
I did many times that is why I will be trying an experiment, I will try to understand the brain to a point where I might experience a conscious spiritual awakening or Enlightenment. How is this possible? Simple, I am an ordinary person with no medical experience yet with a little experience in Enlightenment. For me it was something so amazing, I always smiled, I was happy all the time, negativity didn't even looked at me. It was a tranquil moment of existence, and I wish to not only experience it, but become ONE with it, as I was with Mother Nature and everything around me.
A long road, many meditation and many walks in nature awaits me and I shall believe and see the results to be positively prosperous and not hope, because if we only hope, our dreams will remain in a void, but if we see and believe that they become/became true, they will show themselves to us, they will materialize.
What am I going to do is v
My Last Farewell to You It seemed like yesterday we sat on the little brick wall in front of Luis' house, talking and joking around as we passed time, waiting for someone to choose the next activity we should do together. There are a couple of things I want to write before I properly say goodbye. I want to explain my actions towards you, how I felt at different times, ect. I also want to apologize for a few things and thank you for many things. I will start with the apologies, since it is harder for me to say.
I am sorry for hurting you. I was the reason why you tripped, and I don't remember if I had helped you up or not, but if I didn't, I am sorry for that. I am sorry for hitting you in the stomach with a stick, and I probably hit you harder than I thought. I am sorry for trying to hurt you, I honestly don't know what was wrong with me at the time. I am sorry I would chase you, even though you didn't do anything. If you did commit suicide, and it was partially my fault, I am sorry
Anyone have an Extra Diancie? PleaseWell, I'm not here to be greedy but... Does anyone have an extra Diancie for me? Because Diancie is starting to be my favorite legendary and that I missed my chance on getting the code and tonight I've been browsing everywhere on the web from Gamefaqs to Tumblr just for the code, and most of the codes were all used I even tried trading my other Rayquaza for Diancie. anyways if you have an Extra Diancie, I'll trade you my Manaphy if that is enough, I'll be in Pokemon Y, I appreciate it.
My friend code is 1289-9583-3799 Name Maxwell
Dear SantaDear Santa,
I never thought I'd be writing a letter to you again but here I am. First I must ask, were you annoyed when my father tried to pretend to be you but failed miserably? I was, what, six years old? Five? Anyway I was at an age where I knew that that single present under the Christmas tree did not come from you, despite the name written on it. You never bring presents early. I also was very familiar with my dad's handwriting so his denial was rather unnecessary. That day was also when I heeded the words of my brothers and realized this one thing that kills just about every naive kid inside: you're not real. You're an excuse to get children to behave. Of course some parents don't stick strictly to the rule that naughty kids don't get presents. Ha, that's a joke. Since when has there been a rule?
I wonder how many kids who go to sit on a man-in-a-red-suit's lap know it's just one of the various pretenders of your imagined being. I'm not counting babies. Babies probably don't know