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"How did a man born of Eastern descent, a man who called himself the Prince of Peace, a man whom the..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:08:44 +1000

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How did a man born of Eastern descent, a man who called himself the Prince of Peace, a man whom the sacred writings describe as eating with prostitutes and providing wine at weddings and healing the sick and ignoring any political plot, a man who wants us to turn the other cheek and give all our possessions if we are sued, become associated with—no, become the poster boy for—a Western moral and financial agenda communicated through the rhetoric of war and ignorant of the damage it is causing to a world living in poverty?

My only answer is that Satan is crafty indeed.

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- Donald Miller (via loveispatient)

I see last nights lights clearer than my own.

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:16:00 +1000

I see last nights lights clearer than my own.

It feels like you are waiting for someone to come and take you out of your house. To grab your hand...

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:57:32 +1000

It feels like you are waiting for someone to come and take you out of your house. To grab your hand and guide you off your kitchen stool, through your hallway, out of your door, down your street, past your neighbourhood, through your city, beyond your state, past the ocean, over the continents; out of this world.

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This song puts summer in my heart.

Sat, 18 May 2013 04:44:04 +1000

This song puts summer in my heart.

coolhistoricalphotos: Michael Jackson

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:18:21 +1000

coolhistoricalphotos:

Michael Jackson

"Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:59:23 +1000

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Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.

Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.

Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.

Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.

Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognise him.

Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.

And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.

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- Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via atramentum)

"How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?"

Mon, 13 May 2013 23:21:48 +1000

“How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?”

- Andrea Gibson (via iloveyoulessthanpunk)

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Mon, 13 May 2013 19:50:00 +1000

إذا احداً يكرهنى لسعادتى ادعى ان الله يرسل له سعادة لكى ينسى سعادتى

Mon, 13 May 2013 03:41:43 +1000

if someone hates me for my happiness, I ask God that he sends him happiness so that he forgets mine

boy-winter91: Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo)...

Mon, 13 May 2013 03:23:53 +1000

boy-winter91:

Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945

This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.

He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:

“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.

“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.

“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.

My city, #Melbourne #city.

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:33:00 +1000

My city, #Melbourne #city.

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Sat, 11 May 2013 05:16:00 +1000

I am decomposing from the inside out.

(First it was my liver to go; soaked in wine, alit in flames by the vodka, and extinguished with sweet drinks that made me think sourly of her.

Next: my tongue. Bitten, swallowed, knotted, neglected. Speech of what I wanted you to hear was drowned. (my pursed lips made no sound).

My bones were next. Tired bones. Bones that cracked.
(they were too heavy for me anyway).

The decomposition moved to my heart. The out of tune beats, the violent throbs. It would vibrate in its cage until exhausted, until there was no more love pumping through my veins. (it grew diseased).

Then slowly but surely, the toxins started traveling upwards, towards my ears; that only heard bad things; towards my eyes, that saw no means out; then my mind - where it consumed it wholly.)

And if you were wondering what this decomposition sounds like, what it looks like. Just picture a vacant look on my face, floral perfume, and the thrill shriek of a thousand bats flying out of their cave at midnight.

“For lonely people, rain is a chance to be...

Sat, 11 May 2013 02:17:00 +1000

“For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched” - Simon Van Booy

I read this quote today, and it reminded me of a day I spent in Rome when I was caught by the rain. I saw a couple, entangled under an umbrella, walking down this cobbled street; and I stood, wet for the moment, to take their picture.

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

Thu, 09 May 2013 21:48:10 +1000

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

- Oscar Wilde (via choosing-among-truths)

colchrishadfield: Big and Little Ambergris Cay, on the blue...

Thu, 09 May 2013 21:46:21 +1000

colchrishadfield:

Big and Little Ambergris Cay, on the blue edge of the abyss.

abyss

Total eclipse

Thu, 09 May 2013 21:42:58 +1000

Miloslav Druckmüller

Miloslav Druckmüller

Total eclipse