The greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful
dawndark: well thank you james giggle
earthquakes. radiation. more earthquakes.
It’s all anybody talks about these days. Move on, next topic please.
Things I Want Decided
Which shouldn’t exist in this world, the one who forgets or the one who is forgotten? Which is better, to love one who has died or not to see each other when you’re alive? Which is better, the distant lover you long for or the one you see daily without desire? Which is the least unreliable among fickle things— the swift rapids, a flowing river, or this human...
read this in a collection of poems for my Japanese Lit class .1 I thought to pick the flower of forgetting for myself, but I found it already growing in his heart .2 How invisibly it changes color in this world, the flower of the human heart.
my allergies this season are pretty bad. it’s turned into a cold :’( and sometimes, my sneezes are so violent, I pee a little
i'm getting a shiba inu too
fuckyeahshibainu: Too cute! Submitted by thesmallasiangirl
beldina::here we go
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia: dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it’s worth.