I'm thinking that some people strive to be vulgar and offensive.
I'm thinking that some people strive to be vulgar and offensive.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
I'm thinking I agree with Bien, but I normally just laugh about it.
I'm wondering why friends lie to you, and expect you not to notice or catch it?! Do they really think I'm that stupid?!
~ truth is in the heart of a secret never told ~
Thinking how can I make someone see the light?
I was just wondering how Freud would react to today’s society. He might even fit in.
There's a piece missing.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
I wonder what other people are thinking.
And I hate obligatory studying.
Touched by Genius. Cursed by Madness. Blinded by Love.
Moms are awesome (:
Stephen Hawking and Michio Kaku are more interested in selling their pop-science books and shows than enlightening people with real scientific (empirical evidence and data) knowledge, and I'm sick of explaining that umpteen times. Grr!! Aliens are coming?! Yeah, really? Let 'em come! We have Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones. Hah!
PS: I'm out of this world. I'm an alien. Pssh!
This sentence contradicts itself - no actually it doesn't.
I told myself that I would not be sucked in to litnet today, but it's happening as I type. Damn you people!
__________________
"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
Thinking only 4 or 5 hours to go, before I am set up again... Yahoooo, Virtual world, I'll be back.
That at this moment LitNet is perfect...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.