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I'm so sick and tired of everybody trying to be pigeon holed. I'm in a lecture at the moment almost preaching that people can be labelled, categorised, and predictable.
Life is a gift to us but sadly some just take it for granted. Everyone in this world were born with a purpose.
Beautiful words form tupac, I haven't posted an unoriginal post for a while but for words which are this close to home they have to be shared.
I walk along through dark and lonely streets No one to guide me or hold my hand No one follows or calls my name Where I'm going nobody knows Where I've been only footsteps remain.
It annoys me a bit to think that the most noticed people on Opuss are the ones who post over used quotes, jokes etc.
( This might sound stupid, do disagree, but this is certainly real for me -.- ) For my beloved parents: Lionel & §helley Thevathasan...
Do you ever feel little fissures are forming in your heart... When people and things you used to love are no longer there. When someone you thought would stay was just like all the others.
I like clouds, even though most people don't. Most people say that a perfect summer day, is a day when there's a clear blue sky.
After thinking about it, I've decided to delete opuss (after this post of course). Thank you to everyone that thought what I posted was worth reading and crazy enough to follow. Through all of this...
I've been wondering why Opuss hasn't been more popular with people.
I was recently speaking to my Dad about people we knew and he spoke of a man he once knew called Steve.
I hope you hate me, Wish me dead, Because I caused your pain. Your hurt. Your agony. I'm sorry, So sorry. But sometimes sorry is just not enough... And if you don't hate me, Then you should.
I enjoy my life, but deep down when I have too much time to think, or possibly, the right amount, it's easy to feel slightly antagonised by the current times.
Have you ever feel rage and anger run through ur veins. well, tht sounds creepy, you can't possibly feel your veins...ok lets cut to the chase...I once had this ranger (rage+anger) in my life.
I've always been a firm believer in recording down your precious moments in anyway you can. Because who knows one day if you'll lose your memory and you want a way to recuperate with your confusion.
So after an entire week if work some of us hit the bottle. The bottle of your choice, mine is wine a bottle French red and for others whatever they fancy.
Sorry for not posting today, I have started about four things but finished none. Also i have had company all day so been trying to entertain guests as well.
This post doesn't really follow my usual genre, but I think it's an interesting topic nonetheless. I'm about to go out to a club for one of my friends birthdays.
This ones for my dad , realest guy i ever had. Wiped my tears when i was sad , diciplined me when i was bad.
This post is not meant to be offensive, I'm just curious. Many religious people cannot answer why they follow their religion as opposed to others.
There are days when the work seems effortless. The books are a joy to read, your mind is full of fragments of ideas to write down. These days are day when learning is fun.
My mind's always buzzing with some thought about something random and quirky never anything thoroughly serious.
The sky is pink, orange, yellow and red.The blue is smeared. And clouds atop The gulls scream, they want our food.Their greedy and will never stop till they've had their fill.
I'm laying in my sofa watching TV. My ex is here hanging. That's nice. We both has the same problem. I don't have a lot of sober friends left, and the ones I do have I met sometimes.