Dear Mark. Dear Mark,
I don’t know if you will ever read this thing that I am writing to you, but I will try anyway because your last important message video really took my soul and shook it like never before. Also, I’m sorry if my English will be a little bit wonky, but I’m Italian and I might not speak English properly.
I have always been a shy, introverted, isolated without any self-esteem girl and I have always lived my life watching the others living their life (I won’t explain a lot, but I have reasons why I am this way). I have never been the “main character” of my life before. After years I gave up on trying not to live the way I am living -even if it makes me really sad- because I couldn’t get any result from what I was trying to do to get out of my corner. The only passion that I truly have is drawing, but I have never been to any course or school for it, so the progress was and still is really slow. Plus, my school is literally absorbing comple
Awaken"Ever wondered how spiritual awakening truly happens?"
I did many times that is why I will be trying an experiment, I will try to understand the brain to a point where I might experience a conscious spiritual awakening or Enlightenment. How is this possible? Simple, I am an ordinary person with no medical experience yet with a little experience in Enlightenment. For me it was something so amazing, I always smiled, I was happy all the time, negativity didn't even looked at me. It was a tranquil moment of existence, and I wish to not only experience it, but become ONE with it, as I was with Mother Nature and everything around me.
A long road, many meditation and many walks in nature awaits me and I shall believe and see the results to be positively prosperous and not hope, because if we only hope, our dreams will remain in a void, but if we see and believe that they become/became true, they will show themselves to us, they will materialize.
What am I going to do is v
Very UnfortunatelyYou people who are my online support although provide me some mental motivation
but I am very unfortunate in life to be born and trapped here hopelessly..it all can be explained in words at the moment.
Anyone have an Extra Diancie Code?Well, I'm not here to be greedy but... Does anyone have an extra Diancie Code for me? Because Diancie is starting to be my favorite legendary and that I missed my chance on getting the code and tonight I've been browsing everywhere on the web from Gamefaqs to Tumblr just for Diancie, and most of the codes were all used I even tried trading another Rayquaza for Diancie. anyways if you have an extra code, give me one, I appreciate it.
Hopefully someone will notice this blog....
dangerous Idiotsmy parents are pervert, twisted corrupt minded people who love and admire the grotesque
They are totally fanatic and like perverted sado-machoism and their actions are to satisfy the monsters...they are totally way wards than the normal of human liking and sensibility. If they had common sense they would value me, but they have twisted, sick perception of life, at most they are puppets and dangerous idiots.
Dear SantaDear Santa,
I never thought I'd be writing a letter to you again but here I am. First I must ask, were you annoyed when my father tried to pretend to be you but failed miserably? I was, what, six years old? Five? Anyway I was at an age where I knew that that single present under the Christmas tree did not come from you, despite the name written on it. You never bring presents early. I also was very familiar with my dad's handwriting so his denial was rather unnecessary. That day was also when I heeded the words of my brothers and realized this one thing that kills just about every naive kid inside: you're not real. You're an excuse to get children to behave. Of course some parents don't stick strictly to the rule that naughty kids don't get presents. Ha, that's a joke. Since when has there been a rule?
I wonder how many kids who go to sit on a man-in-a-red-suit's lap know it's just one of the various pretenders of your imagined being. I'm not counting babies. Babies probably don't know
ForewardThe following works are fiction, please regard them as so.
The are nothing more than characters born from misery and my tortured imagination.
Listen to them and they will tell, don't take them lightly, take me lightly instead.
Though this is utterly fabrication, some of the following has been based on real events.
Bolta ToyThere are some ways in Indian tacts to turn the other person crazy or mad in endless no output
its their way to counter colonial advance...they act like so that the coloniser cant extract nil out of the subject
my parents have somewhere studied all this in their youth from cheap books of ancient indian tacts and they are for some mad reason applying all that on me..perhaps they think I am the rebirth of their father who made their childhood difficult, or for any reason..perhaps because of my white philia
they are making me a bolta or a talking toy...the toy goes on and on like a radio to entertain the house, while none of his words are taken seriously..I just go on talking and trying to make them convinced of my life and I lose hope and hope..they keep listening, they think I HAVE some prime ultimate truth that they are sitting and passing time to listen..save me!!
Little GirlAs I watch the stars fall, cutting the dark, night sky, leaving behind a tail- so much like a blade of a knife- I thought of you and how would the stars reflect in your brown, like liquid chocolate, orbs. It has been years since I've last seen you, since I've caressed your face and watched your lips curl into a smile, cheeks similar to a cherub's blushing as you laughed.
We talk over the phone but the emotions, somehow, get lost in the wires, in cold, unfeeling chips of technology. You tell me that you are great, that you are content but... Is that really true? I wish to see that with my own eyes, witness your happiness, your joy in everything you are doing.
I wish I could see you play with other children, listen to you laugh and complain about school.
Do you frown? Does your nose wrinkle when you are thinking about something seemingly difficult? I want to be there to make your worries disappear, to be the source of your giggles by doing something stupid.
You're wearing glasses now, yo