i know people change but man… you and I were besties and where are you now? poof.. gone. whats up with that? you knew everything that was going on with me. all the hurt, all the pain and all the laughter… you were supposed to be there like i was there for you… where the hell are you now huh? nice going,
truthful words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not truthful. Good words are not persuasive; persuasive words are not good.
young talented artist from Sweden creates remarkable images by modifying digital pictures that he took himself
young talented artist from Sweden creates remarkable images by modifying digital images that he took himself.
Truth only means something when it’s hard to admit.
It doesn’t matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up, but maybe thats the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap…maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up before we can step up.
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping … waiting … and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir … open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us … guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love … the clarity of hatred … the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
