Imagine the human soul as an orb of glass.
If someone says something, that hurts,
because it's true, the orb gets cracks.
Then a blazing hand arises,
it melts the glass,
it makes the orb whole again.
He says:"It's okay."
SternenkindThe most saddening place on earth
is the area of the graveyard
with the gravestones
that have only
Inside OutThe reason, why some people have difficulties putting their own problems in perspective is this:
There is an inside world and an outside world. The inside world consist entirely of Me and so my problems, or the problems I know of are The Problems.
PollenIf you consider that pollen are released by plants to procreate themselves, is it sufficient to say that people that suffer from hay-fever literally get fucked by nature?
Die Geschichte einer fünfköpfigen Familie.
Der Pioniergeist der Gründerväter.
Der Arbeitswille ihrer Söhne und Töchter.
Das Selbstverständnis ihrer Nachfahren,
Die in der Arroganz der Ur-Enkel mündet.
Und der Fall eines Familien Unternehmens...
Das ist der Daumen,
Der schüttelt die Pflaumen,
Der hebt sie alle auf,
Der trägt sie nach Haus,
Und der kleine isst sie alle auf...
On SuicideI am aware that you might not assosiate me with super serious topics, although I did recently talk about Charlie Hebdo and the events around it.
Usually I just write fantasy and some short stories about other things.
And that's where my dilema starts. As some of you may know the famed fantasy author Sir Terence Pratchett, also known as "Terry Pretchett" died at the relativly young age of 66 years. Pratchett spend his recent years not only writing, but also raising awarness of Alzheimer. The reason for that was that he was diagnosed with Alzheimer some years earlier. You might think now that it was the disease, that killed him. It seems unlikely however, because of "the other thing" he did in his recent years.
Pratchett was, or became, and advocate of giving people the choice to end their lives if the is no other decent way to end their suffering. He wrote a speech which then was given by a friend on his behalf infront of the british Alzheimers-association. In that speech he spoke almos
Hida OsanaIt rained from the high heavens as if the sea itself had been taken and then thrown over the empire. No noise was t be heard except for the rushing of the rain. It was dark, wet and cold and the young women in the inn wondered if she was going ot see any costomers in the near future.
Proberbly not, she thought to herself, not with that thing lurking in the woods.
She looked out the window and listened to the rainfall.
To her great suprise she heard something else too - could it be...?
A large figure steped out of the curtain of the rain and into the inn.
The person shook herself and threw off the dripping wet strawcloak they were wearing.
Underneath was a tall muscular women in ragged clothing with black windswept hair.
She was armed to the teeth, to her right she had a knife, to her right a katana and a wakizashi and on her back the innkeeper saw a second katana, that seemed to be of exeptional craftsmenship.
The innkeeper approached the samurai with great care:"Greetings my Lady. wha
365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
Puppet (Mary's theme) - Ib lyricsWelcome to my world that's painted with sadness
There's no light of sun There you can't hear any sound at all
Here I'm waiting silently for you, father
Why you were so cruel to left poor Mary alone?
Please take me away, I desperately promise to be a good girl, to be worthy of your love
I don't need the paint books, the dolls and the dresses,
Just tell me, why you've left your pictures and gone?
Who are you, stranger with a red rose in your hand
I liked you from the first sight, I wanna be your friend, Let's play
I've never asked for this place that's called my home,
But hope, you will be staying with me until the end
Please, don't be scared of me I'm a good girl
I just want to be with you to forget my sorrow
I'm tired of being the puppet of this world
Oh, tell me, why do you want to go with this man?
Is he your true knight in the shining armor?
Who'll sacrifice himself just for your sake with no fear But then
Why he resembles the one, who created
Helping Hurting PeopleThis is a message I'm sending out to everyone in need of help with the problems, emotional and mental pains they are having. It doesn't matter who you are, what race, what kind of person you are, either you're atheist, gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender, straight or what you have done. Even if you killed someone, please don't be afraid, I want to help you. If we talk I'll keep it between us, so no one else knows. You are never too far away to be saved. I won't judge you. Whether you are in pain from people, have pain on the inside, you cut yourself, or even thinking of or planning on committing suicide. It's never too late to change your mind about something. Never give up on life, even when life seems impossible. I want to help. This isn't a fake, I really do wish to help. You have a purpose, you just need to find it. If you know someone who is looking for help or needs it, tell them about me. My e-mail msn hotmail account is mentioned in the description section below.
I'm not "perf
100 ONE DIRECTION FACTS AND QUOTES1. Harry has type B blood (yes, our fandom is crazy, we find out everything)
2. Niall's favorite restaurant is Nando's
3. Louis likes girls who eat carrots (you knew that was coming)
4. The boys made history when they became the first UK artist to debut at #1 on the US charts with their hit single "What Makes You Beautiful"
5. One Direction was formed on July 23, 2010 at 8:22pm
6. Zayn risked elimination on X Factor because he didn't want people to see him dance
7. Niall loves to eat. A lot.
8. Harry completely got pranked by Louis and Zayn when they had an actress pretend she was giving birth. But it just proves he's the most perfect person alive
9. Harry's worst habit is getting naked all the time
10. Zayn has mirrors all the way around his shower
11. Harry likes cats
12. "Vas happenin'?" ~Zayn Malik
13. Harry's birthday is February 1, 1994
14. Louis Walsh said no to Harry at his X Factor audition
15. Zayn's X Factor audition song was "Let Me Love You"
16. Liam initially auditioned f
How to turn a hater to a BronySend them a link to something that's peripherally related to the subject you wish them to become enamored with. Like a funny image macro or meme, something they can find funny and understand on some level while leaving them ever so slightly confused about its connection to ponies. Maybe even something innocently silly they will enjoy.
And then you wait. It might take a while but the idea is spreading, taking over their psyche. They will begin to recognize ponies here and there; the images and videos will keep replaying in their heads. And at some point they will wonder: "What is it about those ponies?"
And then they will ask you, you who first brought it up. This is critical, don't oversell it; they've let their guard down, they've accepted that maybe, just maybe, there may be something about those ponies. Nothing that's, you know, girly and stuff but something funny, something interesting. They're curious, like a little squirrel slowly approaching a human who's offering food. Don't ma
Merome, Winter Night.~Mitch's P.O.V.~
I walk through the forest, with Betty hanging on my back,. Its snowing... Again. Living in the winter biome has beautiful views, but besides that it sucks. My cloths and shoes are wet from the snow and my my nose is frozen. I check my inventory to make sure I have all the wood and I do. The sun starts to set in the horizon and I pick up my pace. Once I get to my house monsters start spawning so I quickly unlock the door and get pulled in, with the door slams behind me.
I feel fluffy arms wrap around my chest, I relaxed realizing who it was. Jerome.
"Where were you?!" He asked sounding relived I was home.
"I was just collecting some wood, we were running low," I feel my face get warm when I realized he was still holding onto me. When he let go he took Betty off my back and set it on the counter, "here" he said throwing my pajamas at me, " get out of those cloths, there soaking wet, after that we can watch some TV." I nod and head for my room. I strip down and throw my c
Parenting and SexDame never intends to be a parent, but on the off chance she gets with someone who really wants kids, then she'll adopt. She doesn't intend to adopt any babies but what the fuck ever let's get on with this
First and foremost: Sex, genitalia, and the like will be an open discussion all the time 24/7.
Obviously I won't be doing things in front of the kid or to the kid but I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever in a million years make the poor thing feel like their body is wrong, gross, dirty, or the like, or that sexuality is the same.
The child will never be ashamed to come to me with questions, curiosities, help, and general discussion about their body, other bodies, sex, and the like. I will make sure of it. It will be as natural to talk to me about it as it will be to talk to me about dinner.
I will never hesitate to say the words "vulva", "vagina", "clitoris", "penis", "testicles", "anus", "nipple", "breast", and the like. Oh well okay that might be a lie I mig
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic b
To Be An Artist1: "Look at these paintings. They're just awful."
2: "That's their vision as an artist. Don't hate, my friend."
1: "Oh I know about being an artist. I know how to draw."
2: "Being able to draw doesn't make you an artist."
2: "You gotta feel it.
You gotta taste it, know it, eat it, breathe it, see it, LIVE it.
You gotta shudder as the colors pour from your veins.
You gotta scrape at the canvas just to understand your vision.
You can't eat - you gotta STARVE!
You gotta lose a loaf of bread for some tubes of paint and fall asleep at your canvas still dressed in yo paint splattered apron.
You gotta get F's because you were too busy daydreaming about what your next project will be.
You gotta get writer's block.
You gotta get artist's block.
You gotta get blocks of your blocks then get blocked some more.
You gotta get drained of inspiration for years then explode with something amazing.
You gotta scramble to the nearest object just to put it down somewhere.
You gotta spray, shake,