…For it is then, in the wee hours of the night, that all these lines start to blur, to blend in to one another. Then we allow ourselves to think freely, to dream as if it means nothing and everything all at once. It is not the outside world that defines us, not what we own or what we want, not what we achieved or did, it is our dreams and thoughts that make us who we are. These moments when we are alone and cut ourselves open it doesn’t hurt to bleed out into the night. You just are. And in accepting that, we can start to brace ourselves for the transition ahead. Once you allow yourself to feel who you are, these things not only bleed into the night, they bleed into your days too.They do not transform you, for you have always been like this, but they shape your daylight self. After all you find peace. But remember : at first it cuts,it bleeds. No one ever gets to any place of importance without blood…
GET INVOLVED. STOP AT NOTHING. THE WORLD MUST KNOW.
I dare you to stop scrolling through your dashboard. Stop checking your Facebook newsfeed that you’ve already checked two seconds ago. Stop updating your Twitter and seeing what your favorite celebrities are saying. Stop watching funny and nonsense videos on Youtube. Take time to educate yourself to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in this world. This is your chance! WATCH THIS VIDEO.
Let’s make JOSEPH KONY Famous!!
Who is JOSEPH KONY?
He is THE WORST LIVING CRIMINAL. He abducts children and makes them use guns to kill their own parents. He takes girls and forces them to be sex slaves. He calls his abducted children the Lord’s Resistance Army, AKA the LRA. He has abducted over 30,000 children and forced them to be child soldiers in Central Africa. He remains at large because he is INVISIBLE to the world. FEW know his name, even FEWER know his crimes. WE ARE MAKING HIM FAMOUS! Because when he is, the world will unite against him and demand his arrest.
We can help make a change. We can make a difference.
I feel so inspired. I feel the need to help and make a difference. This has to happen in 2012. We can’t let him go around and keep doing this to children in Central Africa. Let’s make his name known so he can be stopped. HE CAN NO LONGER BE INVISIBLE!
Please take a moment to reblog and get the word out. SHARE THIS TO EVERYONE! Be a part of something BIG and when they catch this man, you would be able to say.. “I HELPED.”
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Not even 24 hours ago 7 people were killed and several more severely wounded by a bomb explosion. Not even two hours later 84 people, most of them children and teenagers where killed, again, even more wounded by a man in Norway. They where out there camping, unaware of what happened in Oslo, and absolutely unprepared for what would happen to them. They where on vacation with their families and friends.They never did anything to provoke this attack.
Whether it´s on Facebook or Tumblr, people are morning the loss of Amy Winehouse, and quiet frankly, I don´t give a fuck about that. Don´t get me wrong, I´m sorry. Sorry for her parents, who lost a daughter they surely loved beyond words. I´m sorry for her friends and everyone that is affected by her death in a personal way. But I simply can´t feel sorry for someone who wasted their life, talent and money for drugs and alcohol. Amy Winehouse has been walking on the thin line for a while now, and it makes me sick to see that people obviously take the tabloid for the only news that matter. Her death was only a matter of time, and I would lie if I´d say I am surprised.
What a world were living in- where a drug-abusing singer is mourned like a princess. Oh what a hard life she had. But the death of 92 innocent people is just usual news. As if commenting this like “Every six second, a child in Africa dies of AIDS/Malnutrition/Malaria…” or ” 5 Million people are living at war” would make it any better.
I don´t know why this bothers me so much, since I never care for Amy Winehouse at all. I just think people need to over-think their perspectives.
One thing that really captures my attention when it comes to females is the way they talk. If they talk with a very confident voice and tone, I’ll remember them for a long time. If your talk is right, I won’t pay much attention to your looks cause at the end of the day it’s the conversation that I love. That might be why I like older woman, they have so much more to talk about and have such great perspective on things.
… the reason why I often remember a conversation even if I don´t remember what the person looked like on that day etc… . Gosh, I can´t even tell you how much I love a good talk…
Because of the beauty of this artwork and it’s indispensable relevance to the call of the times,
YOU WILL REBLOG THIS.
I want my followers to reblog this.
I REALLY DO WANT MY FOLLOWERS REBLOG THIS.
please - give me a sign. Just a little one. Or for god’s sake bigger ones in case I’m missing out on the small ones. I really have no clue what I should be up to - I’m only sure about the things I shouldn’t be up to…I need a reason, a purpose.
Week 1: Week 2: What next ? Decisions, decisions …The Surgeon by Tess GerritsenBefore I die by Jenny Downham Remembering Sarah by Chris Mooney
Finally, this day has arrived…and we will be flying to London, just my little sis and me to see Paramore. Again.
I looove how music can close this 10 year gap between us. Even though we have always been close since the day of her birth, it will be so much more special, making this memory together…and to say Paramore is our favorite band would be a total understatement. We´re totally stoked about tonight.
The last weeks have been so exhausting, and I really just want time to pass by quickly, because I know thats the only way to get better.And it will. It has to.
So what is keeping you up and going?
I knew that day was heading my way fast, but when it arrived yesterday I was knocked down nevertheless.
I´m hitting the bottom-again. I know the feeling from my childhood, and I usually get myself back up after a while, always looking forward to something I believe to be in the future. A job. A friend. A life.
But this time it is different. I can see my future so clearly that I doubt it could contain any surprises. These last weeks I felt so wrong in my skin, in this skin that doesn´t feel like mine. This life is slowly melting away, vanishing into a unmeasurable distance, leaving me in a fog that´s too thick to see anything. Impossible to tell if theres a road in front of me or an abyss.
Everything annoys me. My job. My family. Simple things like doing my laundry or talking seem unbearable to me. I haven´t answered an email in forever, I hardly ever read them. I don´t answer my phone on those few occasions someones calling me. And if I do I´m pissed because it is annoying…I just can´t help it.
All I can think of is sleep. Not sleep as an metaphor for dying -just sleep. And I can´t sleep, another thing that makes me go crazy…
I feel like vapor…thin, fragile,intangible. And all it takes is a soft breeze to dissolve…
