Evelyn.
if the bumblebee can fly.then we should be able to stop drowning.
 |
THEME BY LOSTMEMENTO
Evelyn.
if the bumblebee can fly.then we should be able to stop drowning.
|
(Source: reginageorges)
"I learned that no matter how much you want something, how many times you scream for it, sometimes it's out of your reach. I decided to stop calling out for someone who would never call back."
RIP Steve Jobs, 1955-2011
Lord of the Rings extras - The sad ending (by TheJDorian)
Like seriously, I cried like a baby watching this. Elijah and Viggo’s last scene is just….just…… x’(
:(
Totally watching this series again.
This is the story of the most foolish traveler in the world.
Once upon a time, there was a foolish traveler who had gone on a journey. Why was he foolish? Well, because he was fooled by everyone he met!
Everywhere he went, people made up all kinds of sad stories to tell him, and the traveler fell for every one of them.
“Please, some money for medicine…?”
“I have a sick younger sister…”
“I don’t have money to buy seeds to plant in my fields.”
Pretty soon, his money, his clothes, even his shoes had been cheated away from him.
However, the foolish traveler was always glad to help. For everyone of them, he would smile and say, “I wish you happiness.”
But by this point, the traveler was completely naked, and with nothing left to cover himself, he decided to leave the main road and travel through the dense forest, where no one could see him…
Soon, he was discovered by the goblins that lived in the woods. The goblins wanted to eat the traveler’s body, so they begged and pleaded, and used kind words to try and trick him…
Of course, the traveler was fooled. First, he let the goblins eat one of his legs. Then an arm. Then more and more… before it was over, all that the traveler had left was his head. He’d even given his eyes away to the last of the goblins…
And as the last goblin was eating the traveler’s eyes, he turned and said “Thank you, traveler. In return, I leave you this present.”
What the goblin left was a slip of paper, with the word “fool” written on it. But the traveler couldn’t see it. He didn’t know what it was. Even so, tears began to flow down his face. “Thank you,” he said. “This is the first present anyone ever gave me. I’m so happy, I’m so happy. Thank you.”
Even without his eyes, he cried and cried great tears of joy. Then, the traveler died, with a smile on his face.
And that’s…the end of the story.
I close my eyes and think about him a little bit longer. I think about how he had given everything away, until all he had left was his head…and how at the end, he still cried for joy as he said thank you.
And then I realize… I feel sorry for him.
See? Loss, hardship, things like that? You can’t only focus on them. The traveler didn’t… he never thought about his own troubles at all.
I imagine that it probably does sound really foolish to some people. But I don’t think he’s foolish at all. Even though other people probably think he was being tricked? I don’t think he was. I think he did exactly what he wanted to do.
I think, more than anything, he just wanted to make others happy.
What do you think? Really? Is that foolish? When you close your eyes and think about it, is that what it is?
—Fruits Basket
(Source: whateverana)
A dead starfish on a beach
He has five branches
Representing the five senses
Representing the jokes we did not tell each other
Call the earth flat
Call other people human
But let this creature lie
Flat upon our senses
Like a love
Prefigured in the sea
That died.
And went to water
All the oceans
Of emotion. All the oceans of emotion
are full of such fish
Why
Is this dead one of such importance?
Jack Spicer
I’m constantly seeing all of these posts and pictures of people going to prom on facebook, and it makes me kinda sad because I really want to go to prom.
It’s overrated and silly and overpriced (seriously -_-) but it’d be a good memory.
I like going to dances and I like dressing up and I like seeing other people in formal wear and all of the fuss and excitement that goes along.
My mother even gave me permission to go. Bah.
On an equally sad note, I can’t seem to find the silver USB that I use the most. Which…I kinda want…because it has all my recent stuff in it…..
Or my delicious strawberry-scented chapstick.
=(
In 1959, psychologist Russell Church conducted a study on the empathy of rats.
In the study, he trained the rats to push a lever to receive their food. Then, in a twisted change, he fixed the lever to a a floor in the neighboring cage. Every time the rat would push the lever, the rat in the other cage would get an electric shock. Rats that had previously experienced shocks were very empathetic to the rat in the other cage.
Instead of selfishly pushing the lever and receiving its food at the expense of the other rat, the rat would quit pushing the lever and eventually starve to death rather than eat off of another rat’s suffering.
I sometimes am left with the distinct feeling that other species make more moral decisions than humanity.
One of the countless cases that prove that man is not the sole shareholder in morality. Morality can be traced through species as an evolutionary development and it does not prove the existence of an omnigod. It does not separate us from the animals, nothing does. The only way that humans differ from other animals is that we’ve actually become powerful enough to destroy ourselves.
That’s really fucking horrible, yet cool.
I like rats more now than my previous near apathy towards them.
My cat died a few days ago. I named him Morpheus after Dream in Neil Gaiman’s the Sandman. It was annoying because most people assumed that I named him after The Matrix character of the same name, and I am sure my kitten was just as offended by that as I was.
He’s been living with my parents in Paris for a while, because I could not provide him with a great home while living in an apartment in NYC with a roommate. I missed him, and my other pets very much, but it was just better for them. My parents would let him out of the house to hunt and to walk around and he would usually come back by night. Last week he didn’t come back. My parents waited for a few days, they looked for him, they left food for him outside the house.They started to give up hope and were about to tell me he ran away.
But then, my mom found his little body on a street nearby. Someone hit him with a car and just left him there, like his life didn’t matter to anyone at all. I am sure that someone is not losing sleep over hitting him and they don’t realise that this cat meant the world to some people.
That cat was better to me than any human in my life, and I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. I will never pet him again, or have him sleep by my legs when I am feeling sad, or yell at him for peeing on the couch. What he was will never happen again, no matter how many animals and humans are born and die. Those you love are irreplaceable.
^Why I will never have a pet again.
