Scumbag Mitt Romney
“You might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physically or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”
- Bruce Lee
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Jan already knew i would see this and reblog it haha
omggggg LOL you guys xD
oh my gosh. this is incredible, hahahaha
What….
ILLIPINO? SWAGGAPINO?
WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS
REALLY
This makes me want to disown my race
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I’m trying to fill this void in my heart and soul. I know what I need and I’m running away from it. The simplicity of the answer to felicity is scaring me. I’m afraid of the truth, because the truth is too blinding, too incandescent for the darkness inside me.
It’s fading. The fire that burned inside is fading. The light that thrived on the word and truth that was binding. It filled me. It made me whole. Now without it I’m breaking apart. I myself, who I truly am, is dissipating. I’m becoming less of what I could be. I have potential but I’m no longer walking on the path I should be.
I’m tired of waking up sick and empty.
(Source: chameleon-chan)
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Shocking illusion. Watch celebrities turn ugly. Keep your eyes on the cross.
Laughter provides a good workout for the heart, so click here and laugh!!
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Can’t sleep. All these thoughts and fantasies of what could be or should be fill my mind. It’s like a nagging feeling in the back of my head that insists that this scenario that I’ve run through over and over is possible. The logical, responsible part of me says that I should just forsake this and move on. But there’s still a carefree and innocent side of me that dreams for this to magically come true. I know full well that I control the outcome of my decisions, but it still amazes me how I can flip-flop from one side of the argument to the other. Whether to play it safe and act on reasoning or to let go of all my inhibitions and go for it with no regrets. I understand that neither decision is wrong. Right and wrong is just an arbitrary concept of how we react emotionally to certain actions. But why does it feel like if I don’t choose wisely I’ll end up paying for it dearly?
Time is of the essence and there is not much of it left. My options are to act with haste or to take no action at all. The saying “better late than never” never really applied to me. Timing, I believe, is so crucial. It defines the moment that inhabits it. Faith calls on me to be patient, that everything that should happen will happen at the right time. But I’m running out of patience, and I’m running out of time, and I’m running out of Faith. I can’t go on believing that I’ll be rewarded for staying put when no such rewards have been brought forth so far. I have to take things into my own hands, be the captain of my own fate. I have to stop relying on others for direction even when I don’t know exactly where I should go next. But words are cheap and this entire text means nothing if I don’t back it up.
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