That Head Wrinkle Tho? – View On Path.

This song.... It makes me wanna beat someone.

The Kill.

I'm some kind of different. I'm some kind of strange species. Without sense I move forward into the darkness. I have lost all factories of that knowledge. I'm senseless. I'm lost. Not even Braille could assist me. I can only drown the confusion. Or inhale it and exhale it. There are very few avenues left. I read. But the words are meaningless. I see. But sight bears no weight or value. I hear. But I'm not processing anything. All that is there is the music. The vibrations. They are the only feeling I have left. That and sexual pleasure. All else is untouchable.

I'm weak

Lady seen struggling with her eyelashes during a boat ride

i’m feeling her pain

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Trying to understand ! Lol

Sometimes I sit too long. Thinking. Thinking of nothing in particular. To my brain's delight, suppose.

Horribly hilarious.

i feel bad for laughing but my grandmas dog recently got one of his back legs amputated and i was watching him outside and he lifted his leg up to pee and fell over

my life 

Try to imagine this for a second: Freedom.

It is a free world. And not just in the sense of the word. But in the sense of reality. There are no problems. You are free. Free of everything. The tasks you take on daily. The people you must deal with. The routes you are required to take. You can just sit. Sit and meditate. Sit and relax. Sit and let thought flow. Flow...flow...flow. Like a peaceful Native American in his canoe. Like a Buddhist monk in his temple of worship pacing the gardens. Like a a butterfly on its first flight. Flowing. Imagine that freedom. Imagine that. Where the word is not just a word. But a reality. Freedom. Embrace it. Breathe it in. Harness it. Execute its essence. Live it. Live freedom. Have freedom. Be freedom.