It’s not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don’t want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive.

faiz. 22. new england patriots. dir en grey. music and random thoughts. trying to work a lot of stuff out.

16th September 2014

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There are only two things you can do when someone says you’re not good enough: You can prove them right or you can prove them wrong. (x)

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16th September 2014

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derpengrey:

things aren’t good and they probably won’t be anytime soon

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14th September 2014

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and then all the dinosaurs will die out and there wont be anyone left to complain how different things have become

13th September 2014

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13th September 2014

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Puberty (“PEW-ber-tee”)

12th September 2014

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Smashing through the boundaries, lunacy has found me
Pounding out aggression, turns into obsession

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12th September 2014

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12th September 2014

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micdotcom:

For many Muslim Americans, 9/11 was a double punch of tragedy and bigotry

The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss. 

Those stories are now being told on social media

I seriously do not understand people who do this shit and claim to stand behind our nation’s values. Engaging in this kind of scumbag hateful behavior means they don’t understand what really makes this country great.

Sad to say I still witness this kind of rhetoric, albeit usually online. I try to intervene but damn, sometimes I just don’t have the energy for the ensuing argument. I mean, I’m not a Muslim. I can’t truly speak for them. What I can say is that every single one I’ve met to this day has been nothing but pleasant and gracious, and I think of them when I hear someone letting out their hateful rhetoric.

Dehumanization is dangerous.

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5th September 2014

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Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I’ve been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through

Tagged: ToolYesPersonalLyrics

4th September 2014

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Unnecessary Explosions [via]

Previously: Cats Who Forgot How to Cat

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4th September 2014

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4th September 2014

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2nd September 2014

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2nd September 2014

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whenyourenotsavingtheworld:

Let’s have a conversation about how Clark consistently disobeyed his parents wrt keeping his powers a secret. His sense of duty is so deeply ingrained that when he saved the kids on the school bus, it wasn’t even his first time…

no this movie is too dark gritty realistic and humorless boo.

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31st August 2014

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Where was I now? I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again I called out for Midori from the dead centre of this place that was no place

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