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"Sometimes it’s the sting of life that keeps you moving. No one ever grew stronger from the easy times. You may heal, but you won’t grow outwards. Relish the sting."
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heterotopian:

“I know what I’m capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.”  ― Pittacus Lore,  The Rise of Nine

heterotopian:

“I know what I’m capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.”
Pittacus Lore, The Rise of Nine

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Life and Light

Snarling and Sharp, the Sunlight pushes it’s way through the window panes. It breaks the restful calm and cool of the night and throws open the day’s parade of pains and apathy. This life is a charade and we all have a lie to tell and part to play. You can’t stay asleep forever, and to stay alive, you simply can’t stay away.

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devidsketchbook:

Artist Yuichi Ikehata  (tumblr)
Fragment of LTM

devidsketchbook:

Artist Yuichi Ikehata  (tumblr)

Fragment of LTM

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Train Game

The engine screams as we propel
Across the dying sands and weeping lands
Rocking my brittle bones to rest amongst
The dust of my memories. My life in shards
Lodged deep within my foolish, innocent
Flesh. I wondered if she would ever think of me. Pink, foolish, lumbering lips pressing aggressively into her lying mouth. My soul refused to remain. My flesh now stained with blood’s remains. A broken drumstick in my pocket and a teddy bear drenched in her horrid perfume. I could not see the truth for my blinding youth. A fool drowns for lack of the swimming knowledge. I bled for the lack of the love knowledge. I knew only lust and betrayal. I knew only the desire to harm and the desire to die.

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Hard-Life Symphony

When a child I stood for everything yet nothing.

Imagination brought forth it’s fruit inside me.

I died a little every day to make it mean something.

But the more my youth chased truth, the more I watched it

Flee.

And all along I just wanted to be free to see reality.

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Crying Fire

Eyes like Lightning

Skin like Winter Wind

Lips like Lit Cigarettes

Legs like Smoldering Sands

One of these things is not like the others

And the kisses from the pair comes up

Black Roses and Acrid Ashes.

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Broken and Stained

Glass makes massive slashes

and the scars rarely heal over smooth

Against the grain it cuts

And all the pains that jut

This is all

All that remains of my forgotten youth.

How about you?

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crossfitters:

@crossfit_jen820 Putting in a little extra work for The Fittest Games competition next month….over the box burpees with a 24in box. Welcome to my version of “cardio”

crossfitters:

@crossfit_jen820 Putting in a little extra work for The Fittest Games competition next month….over the box burpees with a 24in box. Welcome to my version of “cardio”

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paleo-experiment:

Pink Grapefruit and Strawberry Protein Smoothie. 
1 Banana (Frozen), 1 c Strawberries (Frozen), 1 c Pink Grapefruit Juice (Frozen into Cubes), 1 tsp Flax Oil, 1 scoop Vanilla Protein Powder, 2 c Almond Milk.
26.6 g Protein, 64.9 g Carbs, 13.3 g Fat.

paleo-experiment:

Pink Grapefruit and Strawberry Protein Smoothie. 

1 Banana (Frozen), 1 c Strawberries (Frozen), 1 c Pink Grapefruit Juice (Frozen into Cubes), 1 tsp Flax Oil, 1 scoop Vanilla Protein Powder, 2 c Almond Milk.

26.6 g Protein, 64.9 g Carbs, 13.3 g Fat.

(via bananacreamcupcakes)

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Sensitive

Instigating Inflammation of the Senses

Irresistibly Pulling on Heart Strings

They may stretch But they’ll never snap

Till they do, and I fall screaming to my death

Love has no safety net.

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My light at the end of every tunnel. #ForeverLove

My light at the end of every tunnel. #ForeverLove

Tags: foreverlove
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Ammends

We have a million ways to make amends. To put pen to paper on how to make the world a better place. We run races for good causes but can’t bring ourselves to lose our DVD collections for the sake of dying children. What’s so righteous about going to a building once a week…month…saying prayers while clutching our wallets closed. We give nothing and expect everything. We bleed for our emotional freedom but care nothing for other human’s actual freedom. People are in chains. People are being sold into sex slavery daily. People you may have known in past times might now be dying on the other side of the world because of repeated rapes taking place. Don’t you care? Doesn’t anyone?

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You believe yourself entitled.

To love, life, joy, hope, and your own special Self-created dreams.

How…’cute’ you seem. Eyes so wide and bright. Gleaming with tears spilled for the animals that died to feed the nations as you Abort your children because “Hell, that takes time and money.” And love, you sick fuck. It takes love and giving up things you think you need. NEED. The word has entirely lost it’s true meaning.

You need air, shelter, and food to live. It takes a true hero to have only those basic things and still give them away. You are not a hero for donating a dollar to kid’s charities as you spend hundreds on fashion and coffee and makeup to feel special. The fact that you take so much time to champion your gender “rights” means you’re still breathing. Talk to those who were shunned to suicide or killed by their own because they were brought up confused and alone and they reached out only to be stoned by all the hypocrites.

Entitled. You are entitled to be born and to die, if you’re not aborted or miscarried. That’s about the extent of it. You are NOT entitled to life, love, and the pursuit of anything but living. The fact that you’re not getting gunned down in the desert or dying of Starvation in Africa, China, India…on and on the death toll goes while you sit here on social media taking pictures of your fucking toes to show the world.

We’re all so fucking stupid and we say we’re better than “them.”

At least “they” know the price of life and the cost of true freedom.

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(Source: dietkiller, via mwtnreblogs)