So what's the point? Show me something that's worth anything.
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
4 comments:
face the mirror. some people admire you. like me. i read your blog and i'm of a different nation.
life's sucks. life's a bitch. atthe end of the day, it is still yours to live. live in bliss. ;)
I randomly stumbled across you blog, after reading this post the first thing I thought of was this quote by Marcel Proust: 'I feel infinite sadness at seeing how few people are genuinely kind.' I can relate to your anguish and Proust's words, but Proust is what I would define as a natural pessimist, but what makes him divine is his ability to enjoy life despite his somewhat miserable outlook. My personal philosophy is to enjoy the lows as much as the highs, because were encouraged to take life seriously but I say: what's the point? Enjoy every tear and laughter. :)
By the way, I like you're blog, I hope you don't mind me following it.
thank you both. (: your words mean a lot to me.
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