July 2010
“Here are a grip of photos taken at blink-182 rehearsals this past week. http://bit.ly/96vAwA”
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BLINK-182!
The meaning of life (take the time to read) →
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You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
“Tell me that you love me, and it’ll be alright,
Are you thinking of me? Just come with me tonight,
You know I need you, just like you need me,
Can’t stop, won’t stop, I must be dreaming.” — I Must Be Dreaming; The Maine
Are you thinking of me? Just come with me tonight,
You know I need you, just like you need me,
Can’t stop, won’t stop, I must be dreaming.” — I Must Be Dreaming; The Maine
David's form of therapy
- David: I'm not really worried because you already experienced it, and you pretty much deal with it the same way.
- Your about to get something, but then its taken from you.
- Its not like we haven't seen that before.
- You'll deal with it obviously.
- Me: thanks for the pep talk dood.
- i love how supportive you are.
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Verbs and Verb Phrases
close eyes. take a deep breath. exhale. let it go. say the words in head. let it go. remember what was said. keep promises. let it go. accept. deep breath. accept. exhale. accept. open eyes. live life. accept. remember. hope. accept. listen to music. accept. let it go. accept. remember. breathe.
“Breathe for love tomorrow, ‘cos there’s no hope, for today.”
— Breathe; Paramore
Cinderella walked on broken glass. Sleeping Beauty let a whole lifetime pass. Belle fell in love with a hideous beast. Jasmine married a common thief. Ariel walked on land for love and life. Snow White barely escaped a knife. It was all about blood, sweat, and tears, because love, means facing your biggest fears.
The things we do for love.
it’s so cold…
“My love for you was bulletproof, but you’re the one that shot me.”
— Bulletproof Love; Pierce the Veil
Say It Ain't So
Darkness falls, on my sunny skies. They’ll never take it all, it’s begging for goodnight. But I’ll hold my ground, As pain seeps its way into me, I’ll hold my ground.
Oh, it’s all around me. Oh, I’m barely breathing. Say it ain’t so, you know I’ll try to be strong. No, say it ain’t so.
I guess this is, the one-two-three. Everybody gangs up on me. And they’re always screaming. Ignoring the things that I’m saying.
And I’m not ok, ‘cos it kills me everyday. But I’m holding, ‘cos I know that I’m not wrong.
Oh, it’s all around me. Oh, I’m barely breathing. Say it ain’t so, you know I’ll try to be strong. No, say it ain’t so.
My little angel’s softly sleeping. Our fragile balance keeps me breathing. I don’t quite know how long she’ll stay. But I, I’ll fight for our hearts everyday.
Oh, it’s all around me. Oh, I’m barely breathing. Say it ain’t so, you know I’ll try to be strong. No, say it ain’t so.
What Sarah Said
Death Cab For Cutie
“Love is watching someone die.”
— What Sarah Said, Death Cab for CutieAWESOME SONG.
I love Death Cab for Cutie n_n
yah, they’re good. recently got into them, can’t say I love em, but i like what i hear. ^____^
Really? Good for you. Their songs seem like it belongs in movies, haha. By the way, I’m Dianne!
inoeright? hahah, yah, i’m justin.
What Sarah Said
Death Cab For Cutie
“Love is watching someone die.”
— What Sarah Said, Death Cab for CutieAWESOME SONG.
I love Death Cab for Cutie n_n
yah, they’re good. recently got into them, can’t say I love em, but i like what i hear. ^____^
Uhhh. I really don’t know why I’m posting this, cos I know I told myself I’d keep this in my head.
Buuuuuuut. I guess I’m not.
I know you sometimes read my stuff, so you might read this. But I might get lucky and you won’t, cos I need to say it in some way, shape, or form, and this is reaaallly. Vulnerable of me. To say anything. Could also slightly be creepy? So I kinda just wanna keep this on. Computer screen.
You spend so much time with ‘other person’. And I know your stand on OP. And I know your stand on me. So I shouldn’t be worried, right?
Well. I am. I’m scared. Scared that the more time you spend with OP, the more I’m gonna just get pushed aside. That anything you feel for me will go away. That I’m gonna lose any chance. But mostly, I’m afraid that you’ll let me go.
Cos OP’s free to do what OP wants. And it seems, and I’m pretty sure I’m right, that what OP wants to do is hang out with you. (that rhymed in my head). Justin’s not. Justin’s on freaking lockdown. Justin’s gotta watch his step. Justin’s gotta keep the people around him happy, even when all Justin wants to do is spend any time you want with you. But Justin can’t. So OP gets all those chances. At masuya ko niya. It’s bad, I know.
But I’m never gonna admit anything, even if you do read this. I told myself I wouldn’t be selfish. I told myself that wherever you’re happy, I’ma just chill.
I’m not trying to change things though. You go hang with OP. Your feelings will go where they might. I just have to sit tight and hope. And if I lose out, then I just have to sit tight and help you through whatever you go through. And I hope you still tell me what goes on, I really have no problem with the whole. OP thing. Well. not a big major problem. I won’t be selfish.
-_____- I think it’s kinda funny how you make me so happy, yet so scared at the same time. Cos those are opposite feelings, are they not?
it's 6 o'clock.
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I wanted to goooooooo.
She could be surrounded by a sea of people and still feel all alone because the only person she wants to be with isn't there.
(via msibayan3)
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“You’re never out of mind, just out of sight”
— Surface; The Hoodies
Could everyone who loves Harry Potter and is awake please reblog?
My Dash is soo boring! Please people, I want to friend you!
HARRY POTTER <3 yum
HI FELLOW WITCHES & WIZAARRRDDDS
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holy crap.
i…
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that’s huge. and.
holy crap.
Look what I found!
“Hello, Beautiful. You are absolutely amazing.
I hate everything these guys throw at you. How little they care for you. Oh, if I could just taste what you are so willing to give them! Because I know you’d never give that to me. And it hurts. But not enough to make me stop. I’ll take the scraps. I’ll take the discarded garbage. I’ll take whatever you don’t give them.
But it kills me how much you learn to care for these guys, and they let you down. They hurt you. And I hate how hurt you get. Because they are in every position to make everything the most beautiful thing ever. And they choose not to. They choose to mess things up, and leave you messed up as well.
You deserve all the happiness you get. All the smiles you get. I’d paint the skies with rainbows if I could, all intertwining with your name in between, just to see that smile. Just to see your eyes light up. Not to make your heart to say my name, even though mine sings yours. Just for that smile, those eyes. Maybe even hear that little giggle you make.
It’s embarrassing to say, but I sometimes think that you’d be better off with me. I hate thinking it, because I don’t want to think this way. Because I might get mad. I might get hurt. I’m way too vulnerable. It’s a little narcissistic. But it’s hard not to.
I’d hurt you so much less than the others. I would do everything I possibly could just to make things work as smoothly as possible. Not be your little puppy dog, or man-slave. But I’d work hard to make things work. I’ll probably hurt you too. I mean, it’s very difficult for two people to not hurt each other in some way. But I’d make sure I never did anything to seriously hurt you. I’d do my best to make you happy, because that’s all I’d need. That’s when I’m happy.
But I know it would never go that way. I’m not good enough for that, for you. You don’t see me that way either. Never will, I’m sure. I’ve accepted that. I can deal with it. I am dealing with it. I may crack now and then, but I do my best to hold strong and hide it. You don’t need to know this stressing fact. Because you would be stressed by it, I’m sure of it. Knowing you.
Hello, Beautiful. These are the words that I can’t say. I hope you feel them somehow; somehow know that words poured out of the mind of a boy who sees the world in you for you, through means of some invisible electric current that we all know doesn’t exist. These words mean everything to me. They are the words that replay wordlessly in my mind, day-in-day-out. One day, you might know. One day, everything might be clear. But as of today, you don’t. And it’s not.
And so, I continue to sit on the blue moon and dream of the sun.
- Anonymous ”
I found this somewhere. It’s so. Beautiful. I really liked it. Just wanted to show this to the world.