Can’t help myself, gotta post this
the bubble’s are not reality but it’s inside your mind,
making you forget where you’re from and what’s behind.
isn’t it suspicious how the world is now your friend,
getting in return 1.000 more than what you could ever send.
oh yeah
This greatly reminds me of XKCD. Plus side of that though, in my case, if you do it young enough, you have so much trouble with social interaction that no one can read your facial expression or tell when you’re lying 8D!
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
thought living in a bubble would be cool, there are some nasty side effects
Love the message.
Yeah… the bubble is boring ^_^ But I love chaos to the point where I would marry it, if it was legal to marry an existential concept.
Can’t help myself, gotta post this
the bubble’s are not reality but it’s inside your mind,
making you forget where you’re from and what’s behind.
isn’t it suspicious how the world is now your friend,
getting in return 1.000 more than what you could ever send.
oh yeah
wut is life without a little bit of hurt every now and then?
This greatly reminds me of XKCD. Plus side of that though, in my case, if you do it young enough, you have so much trouble with social interaction that no one can read your facial expression or tell when you’re lying 8D!
… D8
When you fart in the bubble, you can’t get away from the fumes. That is the trouble with bubbles.
I give him about 3 hours before the greenhouse effect kills him.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
Ouch. This one hit me where it hurts. Good work!
On the other hand, there are those bubbles you can bounce around in. They’re totally rad. You should have climbed into one of those.
This is where I am in my life right now. It seems as if my life is defined by what I cannot do. Thank you for sharing, this is very touching.