1. Semi random Story

    When her soul touched mine, I was lost. In a world where we are taught to live solely for ourselves, our well-being, and our own happiness, the concept of unity, of one, was something far beyond my understanding. To think that someone can share their experiences and hardships, their loves and their joys, with you as if they were your own… As I said, I was lost. It wasn’t love that I felt for her, because that raw emotion was still reserved for me. Nevertheless, something deeper arose from our connection. Something without name that sought much more than our two united souls could offer. It offered a chance to become more, to touch the next man and connect with him, to touch the next girl and become a part of her as she becomes a part of you. We live in a world that for too long has remained separate, desperate, selfish, and unopposed by anything remotely better. She, and I, are that remote chance. She and I are the glimmer of change that can reign in a new era. And woe to anyone who would dare obstruct our vision. For they are alone. And we are one.

     
  2. Revolution. A word that inspires excitement, or fear, in people. Depending on who you are. Excitement ripples forth at the chance of chaos, of change that may possibly come to a world that has lain stagnant for far too long. Excitement burns through at the thought of something beyond simple boredom, at the idea that society may evolve and become better than its younger, more foolish self. For others, however, fear is what strikes their hearts, like thunder on a dark night, when the word flits around the whispers of downtrodden citizens. Revolution. An upturning of the status quo. Pure anarchy. A reset of all you have known and become. Equality for all, if only for a brief time. Death. Your true nature being uncovered. And change; pure, simple change.

    For those who have something to lose, revolution inspires in them fear not unlike that a wounded tiger faces when it knows it cannot outrun the pack of hyenas laughing uproariously at its heels. For them, a revolution is one of the worst things that can come to pass, for in the metamorphosis that inevitably must come lies the very real possibility that, when the ground stops shaking and the fire ceases to rain from the sky, they will be nowhere near to the position they were once so “graced” with. Politicians. Leaders. Celebrities. Corporate folk. Maybe even the babysitter. Irrationality will sweep through these people like a cosmic wave, paralyzing them. Maddening them. And while they wonder endlessly what exactly it is that they did wrong, there will undoubtedly be others who will rejoice and thank whatever gods they believe will be listening for this grand opportunity.

    The reality is that, in any society revolution has passed through, for every person who will have lost all they once held dear, there will be at least ten more who now have the possibility to at least get a foot in the door and finally make the journey to gaining… something. These are men, women, children who have never had a thing to call their own, or who have never had quite enough to lead the happy, fulfilled life everyone strives for. These are people who are angry at a system that denies them the possibility for a better way. These are citizens who are fed up with a government that leads through lies, might, and inadequacy. Caged animals these people are, beaten and bruised every day. Letting their rage well up inside while pacing back and forth, biding their time until their so-called masters make that one fatal mistake. One mistake that will let loose the roar that has been building within, a roar that will herald the advent of change. Those who survive such turmoil and upheaval may find themselves in a new world, a better one. Or they may find that their leaders have only been replaced by ones who offer more of the same.

    That is the sad truth of many of the revolutions that have taken place around the world in recent times. Old regimes replaced by new regimes that are potentially worse. Failed revolutions they are, aberrations almost in that the cries of the people being wronged still go unheard. Sure, the rest of the world watches, but nothing truly significant is done. These battles for freedom and transformation are more spectacle now than they are not. And while the world is entertained, it also waits with baited breath for the revolution that will wipe the face of everything that is now called world order and leave in its place something… strange. For years has this anarchic storm been gathering power, churning and waiting for the white stroke of lightning to pierce the sky and announce its existence to society. Connected as we all are, it isn’t particularly difficult to tell where this maelstrom will come from. Or, at least, where it should come. Nevertheless, the fear and excitement mount for those who dwell in the belly of the beast that has come to be known, revered, feared, condemned, and even worshiped by one name.


    America.

     
  3. 01:31 31st Jan 2013

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    Reblogged from dolalikesalotofthings

    It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.
    — Jon Blais (via ohfairies)

    (Source: cse.nd.edu)

     
  4. 22:58 30th Jan 2013

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    “You guys know about vampires? … You know, vampires have no reflections in a mirror? There’s this idea that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. And what I’ve always thought isn’t that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. It’s that if you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them, at the cultural level, any reflection of themselves. And growing up, I felt like a monster in some ways. I didn’t see myself reflected at all. I was like, “Yo, is something wrong with me? That the whole society seems to think that people like me don’t exist? And part of what inspired me, was this deep desire that before I died, I would make a couple of mirrors. That I would make some mirrors so that kids like me might see themselves reflected back and might not feel so monstrous for it.”
    — 

    - Junot Diaz (via Tatiana Richards)

    oh my goodness this is beautifully relevant. humongously sad and inspiring at the same time, too

    (via fuatino)

    (Source: issarae)

     
  5. You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
    — Danielle LaPorte, The Positivity of Pride (via loveyourchaos)

    True story

    (Source: jennabee)

     
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    We all romanticize the people we adore.
    — John Green (via ainath)

    (Source: shit-for-brains)

     
  7. 18:19

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    (Source: praises)

     
  8. 18:17

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    Tags: lifesystem

    I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live.
    — Oscar Wilde (via loveyourchaos)

    (Source: coronaroyal)

     
  9. 18:07

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    Reblogged from resin-queen-deactivated20131215

    flowerette:

    i quite like myself
    slouched over a television with a broken remote,
    pale skin alive with glowing colours  
    at 3:33 in the morning

    i think i am at my best
    when i am hovered
    over the kitchen sink just after dark
    running hot water
    over my raw fingers

    i feel great
    when i am sprawled across my bed
    crying before i even wake up
    sun pushing, unwanted,
    through a dirty window

    i am very happy with who i am
    i say aloud in the car
    all alone
    while i consider driving into a tree

    i am very happy with who i am 

     
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    (Source: rachetblogger)