Still carrying the fire.: Archive

Mar 30th

We should all live our lives with as widest peripheral visions as possible. To have a wide periphery is to see all of the options and the brave enough to pursue them, however this will also leave you deeply unsettled with a static life. This is a learnt mode of thought in which individuals are likely to change their lives for the better. We must uproot ourselves and tread the paths that our...

Mar 28th

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A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough ; The frozen wind crept on above, Th freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel’s sound. P. B. Shelley.

Mar 26th

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Mar 26th

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Mar 26th

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Why the hell do people have music on their page?

Go die in a fucking fire. No i’m not overreacting.

Mar 25th

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Mar 25th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 24th

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Mar 23rd

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Blowing up a mountain.

Mar 23rd

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Mar 23rd

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Mar 23rd

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Mar 23rd

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Mar 23rd

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Mar 21st

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Mar 19th

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Sylvia, can't you see what you are doing? Can't you see I'm scared to speak, and I hate my voice 'cause it only makes you angry. Sylvia, I only talk when you are sleeping. That's when I tell you everything, And I imagine that somehow you're going to hear me.

Mar 19th

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Mar 19th

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Mar 19th

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Mar 18th

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Mar 17th

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C'mere kitty. →

One of my favorite past-times when i am home is cuddling cats when they don’t want to see you.

Mar 16th

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Mar 16th

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Mar 16th

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Mar 16th

Slugs

Somewhere in our house. Joys of student living. Motherfucker comes out at night and leaves his jizz everywhere, and then disappears in the morning. You’d think it would be as easy as following his wank trail to wherever he’s hiding but the trail stops in the middle of the room. Maybe i should salt the carpet. Show that motherfucker who is boss.

Mar 15th

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