fuck ittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
fuck ittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
I want to accept everyone for who they are and their choices.
but nothing can be taken back,
not the leaves by the trees, the rain
by the clouds. You want to take back
the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel
remains in the wound, some mud.
Excerpt from Dean Young's Poem Without Forgivness
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
-jane eyre by charlotte bronte
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"All right then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind." There was a long silence.
"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.
Mustapha Mond shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome," he said.
~Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
"'Have you read it anywhere before?'
'No, certainly not.'
'Really, you haven't read it anywhere? Then, Monsieur,' he says, his face falling, 'that means it isn't true. If it were true, somebody would have thought of it already.'"
Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre
http://nces.ed.gov/collegenavigator/?s=M
Alaska? Who would think of that... I decided on the West coast buttttttt I would have to do a little more researching on the East. My main thing is a ocean or hugggggge lake! But I dont know more when I get home.
http://nces.ed.gov/collegenavigator/?s=A
East-
http://nces.ed.gov/collegenavigator/?s=C
IN SHORT
i like
standing in a place
where i can see the curve
of the earth. with the distance,
truly
far off in the distance.
it gives me power. it makes
me feel strength,
in some sort of strange way.
it's odd.
but i do believe
that with my mind focused
and heart
sincere,
somehow,
i can make
a difference.
i can make things better
that were not that way
before.

Is something I should start
Forgiving
Is the hardest part
Living
Is something I yearn
Learning
Is such a bitter burn
Content
Is something I am not
Coping
The one thing you taught
Hope
Is something of lost cause
Wishes
Have so many fucking flaws
When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

