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Recently my bf told me that his mind doesn't exist pre 1970s the oldest. Like apparently I exist from now all the way back to like, 1700s or older. and So i regularly bring up stuff that happened back then that still effect the world today. & he can't imagine existing pre microwave. he could conceivably be born anywhere between 1970s to today but I could have been born at any time. that's so wild. what the fuck. what does this mean. there has to be a spiritual meaning to this but I haven't soulsearched enough to come up with one. I'm just baffled that bro doesn't regularly consider like 90% of humanity's time on earth. I'm just pondering this conversation that we had like 3 nights ago so i'm not expecting yall to engage but if yall are whats the oldest time period you guys can like, mentally live in? Like that your brain considers when thinking of your world's "big picture"
Marry me. We don’t have to sign the papers right now. We don’t have to have the wedding right now. We’re 17, I get it. But marry me. We have our whole lives ahead of us and I want to spend it with you. Marry me. Tell me you’ll marry me one day and mean it. Because we’re young and I only see opportunity for us together. Because we’re young and some people aren’t lucky enough to meet their person this young but we are. So marry me. So marry me and we can tell our kids about how we grew together. We can tell them the good and the bad because they shouldn’t be sheltered by it. We can tell them our story. Because it sure as hell isn’t over yet. Marry me because we may be young but I know what I want. And I want a lifetime with you. I don’t want to miss you another second.
I’m not afraid of dying. I’ve come to terms with it and in some moments have grown quite fond to the idea of it. You told me you don’t want me to be more afraid of living than I am of dying. And I told you the truth. I said that I do not want to die, but I haven’t been scared of dying for a while. I’m terrified of living. But I figured I’d stick around and see what happens if I’m just going to pass away anyway! You might’ve expected a different answer but I could never lie to you. I’m here to stay because even if I end up a dead beat on the side of the road, at least I would’ve lived to see it! And the thing is, I feel like I’ve experienced a lot for my age. And if I were to die today I think I’d be pretty happy with what I’ve left behind. Although I do miss you like crazy! But who knows, maybe I can make more of an impact! Maybe not! But I wouldn’t get to find out if I’m not here.
I was never afraid of being alone. In fact, I’m quite good at it. Freakishly good. That’s what I’m afraid of sometimes.
Realizing you were put on earth to give more love than you receive...
My crazy theory again, yupiii
I am waiting for only one person in the BSD, Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. In his life he was addicted to drugs for 5 years: just imagine a doctor who is fed up with life and is addicted to drugs.
Let him have “The Master and Margarita” ability, since it was his most famous novel. Also, the writer had a wife whom he constantly called “Margarita,” thereby she became the prototype for the main character of the novel mentioned above.
In the novel, a certain “demon” was mentioned that killed them both. MEANS, the anime version of Bulgakov will have a beloved from whom he ran away, and then let’s say Dostoevsky (let him be a demon) kills Bulgakov and his beloved.
Опять моя безумная теория, дааааа Жду в БСД только одного человека, Михаила Афанасьевича Булгакова. В своей жизни он был зависим от наркотиков 5 лет: представьте себе врача, которому надоела жизнь и который пристрастился к наркотикам.
Пусть у него будет способность «Мастер и Маргарита», ведь это был его самый известный роман. Также у писателя была жена, которую он постоянно называл «Маргарита», тем самым она стала прототипом главной героини упомянутого выше романа.
В романе упоминается некий «демон», убивший их обоих. ЗНАЧИТ, в аниме-версии Булгакова будет возлюбленная, от которой он сбежал, а потом допустим Достоевский (пусть он будет демоном) убьет Булгакова и его возлюбленную.
My crazy theory again, yupiii
I am waiting for only one person in the BSD, Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. In his life he was addicted to drugs for 5 years: just imagine a doctor who is fed up with life and is addicted to drugs.
Let him have “The Master and Margarita” ability, since it was his most famous novel. Also, the writer had a wife whom he constantly called “Margarita,” thereby she became the prototype for the main character of the novel mentioned above.
In the novel, a certain “demon” was mentioned that killed them both. MEANS, the anime version of Bulgakov will have a beloved from whom he ran away, and then let’s say Dostoevsky (let him be a demon) kills Bulgakov and his beloved.
The Expendable Human
This morning, like nearly every other morning, I woke up with my hand cupping one of Amanda’s breasts, the gentle weight of my fingers depressing her soft, supple nipple while she peacefully slept. As my fingers woke so did her nipple and I marveled at this beautiful yet incredible bio mechanical device as it began to change form, seemingly on its own. And then I pondered the realization that it is unlikely it will ever meet its intended potential: to provide nourishment for a new born child. You see, neither Amanda nor I are willing to perpetuate life for our own individual moral reasons. I was rather perplexed, almost saddened, at how something so intricate, so complex, so perfect in function and design could go unused. It seemed to me to be such a waste. Then I began to think about how our entire body, this incredible bio-mechanical device, shares the same ultimate fate. At some point in time every human body will shut down permanently. It is purposely part of our design. How could our creator be so wasteful, I thought. I laid there cuddled next to Amanda feeling somewhat ambivalent about all of this. But like infinity, some things are just there to ponder. My hand began to sleep. Amanda’s nipple followed in kind and, shortly, so did I. ~ Trabue Gentry
Were we initially born to find our "half" or were we born as a whole person?
how beautiful, that we tilt our heads up and close our eyes in bliss at the sunlight, just like a sunflower.
Warning:I am totally dramatic and joking here
Because this is not some harry potter shit. This is the real world. No one tells you where the poison is in the real world. And why should they? The writer of this riddle doesn't know any of us and yet they care enough to tell us there is poison. And what if the poison is actually us? What if expecting a clue is the poison? What if the need makes the deed? What if we are full of venom?
I poisoned some of these chalices
Drink from one anyways for fun
YEESH...
Sorry Pierre, we still aren't there yet.
(Du Ponceau's Book, "American Law: The formative years: A dissertation on the nature and extent of the jurisdiction of the courts of the United States.")
Ririririririiriii I'm sorry my angel we're tryingggggg
