I went to the new Chinese Food Market. It stank of fish, but I need something and decided to check it out briefly. The hot Chinese food buffet looked good, but I eat Chinese food only once every few months. Have to be in the mood. They had a nice bakery with lots of mostly...
with past, present and future. They are like all in one. One of the most real time is now. And now is future and past. Everything is easy and fake, interesting as what I feel. Not hard, difficult, complicated, boring, and real.
before thanksgiving. I really got used to coming home with someone here. They left early this morning shortly after I left for work.
After I unlocked the front door, opened it, and walked in, I realized that there was no one here. The house feels empty with nothing but silence...
across the street is an orphanage... sad to see so many kids in there, that shouldn't be!
you're telling me so many people are just having kids & putting them there? & thats just one orphanage, millions all over the world, its just so sad.
and I have so much that I want to say that haven't been said. it's nothing of being afraid or what not, but more so, just knowing the fact that I can't relate to anyone and knowing that the discussion will go nowhere near. so I keep quiet
We enter a cafeteria, we sit at the front part or at the bottom. We face the door, or the wall. If we are with someone, we ask them first what they want to order, or we say what we want first. When the waiter comes, we go on with our conversation or we stop it for a moment. All...
even if it really is something insignificant. It's important that I know I had this and that thought before, so I can open up to other thoughts that come to me on a whim.
Thoughts are precious, they are the yin and yang that keeps people alive.
Was in another city and come home right on my birthday, I thought my kids would make me feel special on this this very special day of mind , come on home to filthy house no food not even something I could pick up and eat that they prepare, I don't blame my kids , their father...
All you artistic and creative ladies out there... Can you stop being so attractive on the inside? It's killing me! It's such a weakness of mine! You're all making my life as a man much harder... But secretly more enjoyable!
Hey guys I'm thinking about starting a blog on here... It's just gonna be about my random thoughts and feelings... Also I will offer advice to whoever wants it... Please comment and like if u think I should do it!!
Just popping in this morning early to speak on two random thoughts!
The first suddenly came into my mind while I was cutting back the daisies along the walkway. All my life I have desired peace of mind. And I wondered if it was ever even possible. And as I cut those fallen...
In the sky? Through the clouds?In the water? Through the currents? In my head? Through my own thoughts? Floating. Neither rising nor falling. Neither swimming nor drowning.
Neither Living nor dying.
Numb. Numb to what? Emotions? No, emotions are surely felt. Loneliness...
You make me want to be woman.
Curve of the hips, soft skin.
Silky hair, parted lips.
Dark eyes, slip of the tongue.
We’ll lay in bed in the morning light,
me breaking and mending my heart
to every characteristic of your face.
I’d talk when you...
a constant sound frequency, only altered by chemical means.
Death is a null signal, a dead stop in the broadcast, a yanking of the wires that transmit the code.
If you ever step outside the frequency, have you ever noticed, that right when you think you've seen behind the...
Their = Shows ******* possession.
There = Specifies a ******* location.
You're = You ******* are.
Your = Shows ******* possession.
We're = We ******* are.
Were = Past ******* tense of are.
Where = Specifies a ******* location.
This is from Electric sorbet on deviant art
alright first thing to write about : Five ways to win your heart.
okay here it goes...:
1. you need to be able to put up with me. I am one stubborn person :P
2. Stay , no matter how many times i try to push you away.
3. someone who will sing for me...even if they think they...
and that's it. death seems so... uneventful, life seems so big. It's everything. It's all we have. Then, suddenly, for no reason, it's gone. That's it.
You never get to see them again. You can't see them, touch them, talk to them ever again. That's why I can't believe in an...
tired of my surroundings but I am really tired of my thoughts. It is trite, repetitious, unobserved thinking that is producing the discontent. Adopting a quiet awareness, a kind of listening attitude, usually freshens my mind and brings the situation I am into life.