skippa pessimismen and move your ass, no one's lifting it for you
2011-01-04 @ 11:45:53
Some people are bastards and others just as vile,
some people win the lottery and sing like a god,
some people are handed everything on a gold plattern,
but some people aren't like those people.
Some people have to fight for everything,
they keep stepping on land mines,
and they keep getting everything taken from them.
Guess what? Life couldn't care less,
life in unfair and you better believe it.
You wanna sit around and wait for sunny days,
well hope you're comfy cause you'll be waiting for a long time,
You wanna get something done, well get fucking going cause no one is doing nothing to help.
Life will keep taking you down, and no bastard is going to give you their hand to help you up.
You wanna get up? Then help your fucking self.
Det är lite så här jag känner just nu, jag så jäkla trött på människor som inte är nöjda med sin tillvaro men sitter där på röven och väntar. Jag brukade vara en av dom dryga fanskapen som alltid satt och väntade på hjälp - I got over it real fast, and I suggest you do the same
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if you ask me
2010-12-02 @ 00:18:48
If you ask me how many times I've REALLY cried for some one's death;
it would be one that I remember.
If you ask me how many times I've REALLY cried for losing some one;
It would be less than five that I can remember.
And why don't I remember?
Maybe cause I have to many victims to carry.
If you ask me if I ever cry for fear of losing something;
I would say. All the time.
I cry because I'm afraid of losing pieces of myself,
cause I can't afford to lose any of them.
And most of all,
I cry because there is a part of me that wants to know,
what would happen when allt the pieces are gone.
And I cry,
because there would be no going back.
I like to believe that each and every one of us have a soul.
And through life this soul gets torn and cracked. Some more than others.
And at some point it can't heal anymore. I'm terrified of that.
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loss
2010-12-01 @ 14:32:12
When I was just barely old enough to not quite realise -
I lost my great grandma. I went to her wake.
Because I was supposed to see the unscary part of death.
I'm thinking what you're thinking -
what the hell was my mom thinking?
Around 7 years old -
I watched my close friend and neighbour
an old man bleed
almost to death at my doorstep.
I stood with boots in the puddles.
When I was almost 10 years old
I almost lost my mother in a fire
that killed our home and turned it to ash.
A few seconds more and I'd have been an orphan.
I've seen my favorite rabbit torn to shreds,
I've witnessed a cat dying a horrible death in a washingmashine,
I've seen my still not forgotten dog being put down at the veterenarian,
he looked me in the eyes while he was sagging to the floor.
And they said "we gave him enough to kill an elephant"
This is at least 5 years later,
I'm watching my mom smoke herself to an early grave,
I see a close old friend lose pieces of his memory every day,
And I see myself in the mirror-
and sometimes it feels like I don't have an reflection.
Witness one bad thing and there's something to learn,
witness it too early and there's something to lose,
See them too many a time and they'll break you,
See them each and every day - and you stop seing anymore.
This is my lesson for all of you lucky bastards,
this is a true confession,
I've seen so many things I've never forgotten,
I've seen a man whose face is not a face anymore, for such a beating,
I've seen things I'll never tell you I've seen.
I suffer for you who lose something precious,
because you don't know how that feels,
and somewhere I feel luck for you,
cuz if you were to be in my shoes,
you'd some times want to remember what it was to lose.
Because it's life.
(Spain is today a desert island,
for I cannot leave at will.
I would want to be there for you,
I can only hope you're doing good.
As good as you could do.)
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Ab imo pectore - from the depths of my heart
2010-11-30 @ 20:31:07
"For a small moment have I forsaken thee;
but with great mercies will I gather thee."
~ Isaiah 54:7 ~
<3
Alis volat propriis -
She flies with own wings
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History of a beggar
2010-09-11 @ 23:04:25
If you leave a dog out on the street, it will starve to death.
I think the principle is the same for humans.
We are not but pets at this age.
The day of cavemen and strolling cats have passed.
As cats we had pride and stature, and we could hunt.
And now,
a begger in a winter's night.
- Mira