- Teacher: A long time ago people thought there were only four elements. Can anyone guess what they were?
- Me: Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished.
- Teacher:
- Me:
- teacher: what?
- Me: what?
A thought.
Sometimes I begin to wonder that if everyone were to give into their raw instincts, would things be simpler?
If you were to love someone, would you love them as much as you wanted to? Would you visit them every moment that you could? Give them flowers every time you had seven dollars to buy them a bouquet? Or would you filter your love as to not scare them away. Kissing them rarely to build their want for you. Buying flowers only on valentines day.
If you loathed someone, would you clench your fist and punch them in the teeth? Would you shout loud as to express your dominance? Would you strike fear into them?
Or would you filter your hate. And channel it into a long lasting grudge instead.
Imagine everyone loved to their full extent, without fear of being alone.
Imagine if everyone ate without fear of getting fat.
Imagine if everyone acted on natural instinct rather than a filtered emotion.
There’s something about Oscar Wilde that just makes me want to punch him in the nose. I feel like he’s witty for the sake of being witty. That there’s hardly any truth to what he says. That he contradicts popular beliefs, because they are popular.
there they’re their.
you know what they meant. they know what they meant.
stop bitching about grammar.
truth is truth is truth.
I don’t like the misconception of how someone has to generate a certain feel for there to be any insight to what they say.
If a clown preaches truth, is it any less or more true if it comes from someone with a nobler title?
Spotted in Dublin today 画
True, but what we need is a world where we shouldn’t need soup kitchens. Art won’t save the world; just point out its flaws.
aye caramba.
(Source: handofadevil, via flickus-judgicus)
red versus grey
About a week ago, we were asked to think of what makes us mad. To think of what or who we hated. And we were supposed to use this as our drive. We were supposed to channel anger, hatred, and spite, into our characters.
And I had nothing to channel, no drive, nothing. When there’s a sense of understanding, there is no hatred, no anger. And it felt nice.
And it’s not like humanity works off of love and hate solely. I can’t hate, but I do feel a sense of indifference towards a wild amount of things, and sometimes I wonder how more interesting it would be to say, “I fucking hate dirt.”
Rather than, “Oh look, it’s a pile of dirt.”
Love me tender, love me true.
talk about a reality check..
a very strange motivation to become, for lack of better words, more controlled.
maria
While I was away in Jordan, I met this girl who was visiting from Spain.
And I never really got her name, so I decided that I’d call her Maria,
only because it’s the sexiest spanish name I know.
It kind of reminded me of those old western films where there’s that cliche, but lovable, scene when a rogue cowboy walks into those cantina’s and the bartender is some flawless sweaty mexican girl, and her name is always Maria.
Anyway.
my heart speaks and I echo it’s voice into actions.
my mind speaks and so I speak.
