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nighthawkes · 3 months
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I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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caffeinatedopossum · 1 year
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Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with
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jermaine-main · 10 months
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charlesoberonn · 10 months
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Which path should he choose?
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The path of the warrior, the path of the scholar, or the path of the artist?
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palefrogs · 3 months
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RPG Elves by Dungeon Meshi's Ryoko Kui
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 8 months
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Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
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shizuart · 1 month
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Preserve [ added to inprnt ]
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petitworld · 2 months
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Ashenbank woods near Cobham, England by Simon Bolton
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psie-smutki · 3 months
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Goofy tyrannosaurid playing in the snow ☃️
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pimsri · 10 months
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“Resurrection”
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frankensteined · 6 months
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casting spike growth during the cadazor fight resulted in a visual that i could write essays about
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maureen2musings · 1 month
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aestum · 6 months
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(by nathanleeallen)
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celstialmusings · 1 year
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sweetd3lights · 3 months
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flintpunks-mind · 1 year
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A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.
I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.
I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.
He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.
I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.
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