Of all the pictures in my friend’s photo album of their holiday in Tokyo.. this is the one that got me jealous… :P
2012, this is worth a read.
Ok so i was wondering what all the fuss about 2012 was… and i found something which could actually f*ck sh*t up. Im not saying it’ll happen, chances are it wont but anyways judge for yourself.
Soo, pretty much when all the planets align perfectly it’ll cause the suns the magnetic poles to revert (n. pole becomes s. pole and vice versa) which may do the same to earth. This is where the shit goes down…
IF the magnetic poles are swapped, batteries wont work cos they rely on positive and negative charges, anything with a microchip will also be fuct cos they rely on a current to move electricity through the circuits… think about it.. what do you use with a microchip/databoard inside it.
On the bright side, be thankful that this happens during your lifetime i guess :)
Thankfully, someone has already done the job of mentally undressing the magnificent Daniel Garofali for us.
When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.
For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way.
For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
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