Nov 28, 2019
yo how the FUCK do you draw Illinois’s hat
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yo how the FUCK do you draw Illinois’s hat
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The *one* time I’m trying to leave my partner alone so they can rest, fukouna fronts (OF WHICH SHE NEVER DOES) and now I’m legit STRUGGLING not to text them. plz send help.
Amye Eden preaches (April 28th, 2019) from her experience about suffering, grief and loss. How can it be true that Jesus is with us in suffering? How does Jesus save us when we are obviously suffering? Why do we suffer? Where is this 'victory' that we are supposed to experience as followers of Jesus when we, or our loved ones, suffer?
Amye did a great job - a lovely and insightful message about a tricky topic, which I hope is meaningful to others, especially at this time when there is so much persecution and suffering in the world. Thank you Amye.
what really annoys me about the spell videos on youtube is that 1) theyre the only ones and 2) they use pargon in all of the spells instead of just using the original ones and its annoying to listen to
The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love, and to be greater than our suffering.
Ben Okri
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"This rumor of beauty"
If this rumor of
Creative people and drugs
Complementing each other
Like sex were true,
If this rumor or
Curse or whatever it is
Were true well than I ask you
Oh beat poet ghosts:
Where is my masterpiece?
Where is my great American novel?
If believing this true and
Being true drunken blue with
Prescriptions and lost
Memories and if living
This way and
Loosing this way
Were true all along
Well than I ask you
Oh overdosed souls of
Beautiful worship:
Where and
When do I stop to see it?
Where and when do I look back
To admire it?
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Most of the time
This idea is abused and buried
With all the good and easy memories
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I mean sure, I
Remember times of chaos
In winters basement
With euphoria speed
And ghosts where I
Really felt alive,
Where I felt profound
And excited and something
To be remembered,
And sure, I’ve written
Poems and stories and
I’ve drawn life and humor
In comics,
But the sad truth is I’ve also
Drawn to much,
I’ve drawn the same thing over
And over and over
In believing this self
Destruction and neglect beautiful,
And I’ve gotten it all wrong again and again
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Sure it’s madness,
Sure I’m an artist.
Sure it’s
Euphoria
Sure it’s beautiful
And sure, maybe when
I’m dead I’ll be glorified
The same way…
Maybe I’ll be to blame
For a million suicides
And never even know,
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But when
I look up from typing
This and decide that I’m done
I will have to re-learn
How to live again,
The same way the beats
And the beaten and the dead did,
And I will die with these small lessons
The same way they did,
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I understand what they did
Was only the result of them
Trying to live the same way
With suffering and pain beautiful,
And I understand I too
May never feel beautiful
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I understand
That
If living life beautifully
Were truly this easy we
Would all be beautiful and
Nothing would be profound,
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The way it already is, the truth,
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That the artist will forever be the result
And nothing more,
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And we will all die with
These small profound secrets
Of how to live
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I understand this and yet I still believe
The paradox I am trying to understand is how we can collectively say how much we love and appreciate nature and at the same time progressively destroy it on a global and industrial scale.
Jo Confinio in The Guardian. Why we need to transform our hidden hatred of Mother Earth
Only by finding peace in ourselves can we stop destroying nature on a global and industrial scale and become Earth’s ally