He kept it right in the flame until his flesh was burned. Somebody said, “What’s the trick?” And Liddy said, “The trick is not minding.
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All the President’s Men (1976)
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This steady burst of snow is burning my hands.
I’m frozen to the bones, I am.
A million mile from home, I’m walking away.
I can’t remind your eyes, your face.
Unintentionally correct, time is a concept of man, entirely nonexistent. Quantum physics and what not.
The power to cause pain is the only power that matters.
The power to kill and destroy.
Because if you can’t kill.
Then you are always subject to those who can.
And nothing and no one will ever save you.
“Broken, Tuba, Tax” Whatever the outcome of that, it sounds painful and/or economically harmful.
Valentine’s Day has the highest suicide rate every year. Reblog this if you’re there to listen to anyone who needs to talk.
reblogging just to point out that the sentence above is slightly flawed, it failed to specify the highest suicide rate out of what, so it sounds stupid and it’s fucking bugging me. Also, correct me if I’m wrong, but no specific day has the highest amount of suicide rate, its fairly average across the year, spiking in spring & fall. However meaningful, I hate seeing misinformation passed down like a religious text.
What happened to conversations with substance?
