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Miss me, miss me, now you’ve gota…..
Supa Geeked.
"Iron turns into rust if it seeks the company of soil. It glows, softens and takes on useful shapes, if it enjoys the company of fire. Dust can fly if it chooses the wind as its friend. It has to end as slime in a pit, if it prefers water. It has neither wing nor foot, yet it can either fly or walk, rise or fall, according to the friend it selects. Knowing this truth, a great saint, Kabir once said. “Here are my prostrations to the good, Here are my prostrations to the bad.” When asked why he offered prostrations to the bad, he said, “My prostrations to the bad, so that they may leave me alone. I do the same before good, so that they might remain near me always.” You are shaped by the company you keep."
— Sri Satya Sai Baba (via lucifelle)(via lucifelle)
Bloop bloop bloop.
bottom bitch.
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Webcam fun. Askin’ all dem questions!
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Double Entendre:
Somewhere along the road, between history and the future,
A generation relocated from the open air to an over-capacitated cyber world
Each individual similarly different from the next
Each an oxyMoron
Existing in a time where feelings did not complicate things but rather “things” complicated feelings
“Hard-to-Get,” the new norm
Emotions, lost
Once upon this time, technology made its advancements
Mindless. Heartless. Careless
Generation 90’s
