bitch if u aint shittin’ then get off the pot

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If you are bitten by a snake, what’s the best thing to do? Remain calm, separate the poison from the rest of your body, suck the poison out. Worst thing to do: get upset, chase and kill snake. Same when someone strikes out at you verbally. Remain calm, don’t try to strike back at the other person. Don’t let the poison spread throughout your system

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Stop and appreciate what you have today. Look at what you have with wider eyes, maybe with more compassion and more gratitude for the things that you do have and not the things you don’t have.

Michael Imperioli (via kari-shma)

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Yum (both body and tat)

Yum (both body and tat)

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We Don’t Eat—

if this is redemption, why do i bother at all
theres nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
still i’d rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
so i wander on, till someone else is saved

i moved to the coast, under a mountain
swam in the ocean, slept on my own
at dawn i would watch the sun, cut ribbons through the bay
i’d remember all, the things my mother wrote

chorus

that we dont eat until your fathers at the table
we dont drink until the devils turned to dust
never once has any man i’ve met been
able to love
so if i were you, i’d have a little trust

verse 2

two thousand years, i’ve been in that water
two thousand years, sunk like a stone
desperately reaching for nets
that the fishermen have thrown
trying to find, a little bit of hope

me i was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid
pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
so if in the future i might, need myself a saviour
i’ll remember what was, written on that wall

chorus

bridge

am i an honest man and true
have i been good to you at all
oh i’m so tired of playing these games
we’d just be running down
the same old lines, the same old stories of
breathless trains and, worn down glories
houses burning, worlds that turn on their own

chorus

so we dont eat until your fathers at the table
we dont drink until the devils turned to dust
and never once has, any man i’ve met been
able to love
so if i were you my friend
learn to have just a, little bit of trust.

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got tan lines… white ass and red all on back of body :/ eehhhhh heres me bitching

got tan lines… white ass and red all on back of body :/ eehhhhh heres me bitching

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Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.

Alan Moore  (via alwaysandforeverandthensome)

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AMEN

AMEN

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