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Fortune favors the bold

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In this age of information, ignorance is a choice...

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MILLENS MORI IGNAVUS

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"Chaos is order yet undeciphered"

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Why do I do this to myself(write it down)

It seems as every time I get to feeling this way I find an escape. Instead of dealing with these "things" [for a lack of a better word] I turn back to what I like to refer to as "medicine". And like the famous French quote goes l'espirit l'escalier the words I should have said flow so freely but two minutes too late. And I relive this regret and replay the scene over and over, hoping I can somehow play GOD n turn back time. I've somehow convinced myself that I always was just a cool nice guy with really nothing to out of whack. But when I get into this state n actually look back at not just my actions but also my thoughts, I'm starting to realize I'm not those things. I barely ever lose my cool, which turns out to be a bad thing. I'm one to let shit slide and build until I just can't hold it in anymore. #decidedtobealonetonight #isayimsorrybutamireallysorry #shotstothedome

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Best advice I've heard---- I know u can't help but age but don't ever get old.

Old timer at work

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While you're asleep(never meant 4 this to get this far)

So this is it This is what I wished for This isn’t how I envisioned it A relationship that feels more like an imprisonment I just thought this time it would be different But something changed The minute that I got a whiff of it I started to inhale it Smell it Started sniffin’ it And you became my cocaine👃 I just couldn’t quit I just wanted a little bit Then it turned me to a monster I became a hypocrite How could u make me feel so small Yet like the Incredible Hulk Feels like my spine is broke Yet I can still walk Many have offered their prayers How can they pray for someone they barely know I start to believe them But later realized it was all for show So be careful what u wish for Because you just might get it Then when u get it you just might not know What to do with it You lay here next to me Yet somehow I feel alone #anotheronebitesthedust #sorrybuttimeisalimitedresourse

#imapieceofshit

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“I don’t want to crawl back to sad songs anymore. I want to stop craving validation from people who don’t even know me. I want to become better at handling my problems and start listening to the voices inside me crying out for help. I just want a sign that everything will be alright - a sign that isn’t deceptive and things won’t get progressively worse. I want my heart and soul to glow with health and sunlight. If it’s too much to ask for, I just want someone to help me defeat the demons inside of me.”

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Shoes that were just too big to fill

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One of the most tragic, painful feelings in this universe is when you sit in a room alone with a person that two short weeks ago you deftly ran your fingers through their hair and traced your fingertips along the canvas that’s their body. When two weeks ago your thoughts had no filter with them. They flooded out of you without worry. Two weeks ago they told you of the feelings that swarmed their busy brain. When two weeks ago you sat comfortably in silence for hours. But it’s the most dreadful experience when two weeks later you sit in the same room with that same person, and you struggle. You struggle to create conversation. Forced conversation at that. And you’re both uncomfortable, because you both know it’s not the same. But neither of you is willing to say it. When you sit next to the person who you know in and out and who was the person that relaxed you and you are nothing but uneasy. And just want to leave the room. The room where the person that two weeks ago was the only person you wanted to be around when you needed to be alone. When you’re in a room with the person whom you know best and who knows you best and you feel like complete strangers. That’s one of the worst tragedies.

suds-in-a-bucket  (via wordsnquotes)

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I just can’t seem to get you out of my head and it’s driving me crazy. Letting go of you is harder than I thought it would be. All these memories, they keep popping up in my head; over and over again. Everything just seems to remind me of you. It’s exhausting, but eventually I’ll get over you. Maybe not tomorrow, but it will happen one day.

a-lovely-thought  (via wordsnquotes)

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"Endless summer" so lucky to live where most dream to vacation

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RIP Vine †

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You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.

Tupac Shakur (via tanya-nicole)

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You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.

Bob Marley (via travelingcolors)

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What ever happened to rock stars? I'm not talking about someone who plays an instrument and sings. I'm referring to the true rock stars. The pistol whipping drug addicts who crave the spotlight more than their own lives. Now it all seems like everyone's either falling in or out of love and every other song on the radio sounds the same. Maybe I'm just old but music used to be an escape not reminders of how shitty life has become.

Guilty as charged #fuckbitchesGETMONEY