Welcome to my text collection. I don't know what else to call it, cause it's all varied, but it is all text. Scroll to read passages either from people or poetry or posts. Some even have pictures. Fair warning some quotes may contain adult subject matter.
“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”
- Margaret Atwood
- Margaret Atwood
NONE OF US ARE GOING TO HELL!
You guys are going to be stoked.
I just finished reading the Bible (The word of God which is meant to be taken completely literally) and guess what? Can you guess? OKAY I'll just tell you.
There are literally NO rules about meth. If you're a "Drunkard" you will not inherit the Kingdom of Heaven but there is nothing at all about being a tweaker. That is both old and new Testaments. You heard it here first. The Bible Part I & II both have no commandments, laws, rules or anything about crystal methamphetamine. Not even listed as being a sin. Not even a MINOR sin.
I don't know how but somehow we managed to fly right under God's radar. That's God the Father AND Jesus Christ. I don't even think they know about it LOL. I checked to see if there's a third Testament and there isn't. The New Testament is the latest from God so...yeah...none of us are going to hell. I mean I don't know what sins y'all commit while you're on meth but meth itself is fine.
I don't know about you guys but I feel a lot better. I thought for sure God would be upset about this cause I mean...He really doesn't like a lot of fun stuff. GAWD I hope God doesn't see this post LMAO
We're going to heaven!
-r/meth
You guys are going to be stoked.
I just finished reading the Bible (The word of God which is meant to be taken completely literally) and guess what? Can you guess? OKAY I'll just tell you.
There are literally NO rules about meth. If you're a "Drunkard" you will not inherit the Kingdom of Heaven but there is nothing at all about being a tweaker. That is both old and new Testaments. You heard it here first. The Bible Part I & II both have no commandments, laws, rules or anything about crystal methamphetamine. Not even listed as being a sin. Not even a MINOR sin.
I don't know how but somehow we managed to fly right under God's radar. That's God the Father AND Jesus Christ. I don't even think they know about it LOL. I checked to see if there's a third Testament and there isn't. The New Testament is the latest from God so...yeah...none of us are going to hell. I mean I don't know what sins y'all commit while you're on meth but meth itself is fine.
I don't know about you guys but I feel a lot better. I thought for sure God would be upset about this cause I mean...He really doesn't like a lot of fun stuff. GAWD I hope God doesn't see this post LMAO
We're going to heaven!
-r/meth
I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.
― Charles Bukowski
― Charles Bukowski
Jesus at the Gay Bar
He’s here in
the midst of it –
right at the centre
of the dance floor,
robes hitched up
to His knees
to make it easy
to spin.
At some point in the evening
a boy will touch the hem of His robe
and beg to be healed,
beg to be anything other than this;
and He will reach His arms out,
sweat-damped, and weary from dance.
He’ll cup the boy’s face in His hand
and say,
my beautiful child
there is nothing in this heart of yours
that ever needs to be healed.
- Jay Hulme
The great Persian poet Hafez wrote,
"Start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret."
still have no idea what I mean when I say God,
but I see it everywhere.
I mean it intensely.
I write poems and, yes, books about it.
I read about it constantly,
which seems, counterintuitively, to only deepen its secret.
Close your eyes. Imagine in your head a bladeless knife with no handle.
Do you see how the image recedes
from view the more language I add to it?
A bladeless knife. With no handle.
- Kaveh Akbar
Vomiting is the last true zen state that a person can experience: a moment where nothing else in the world matters, total thoughtless focus.
Shitting is supposed to be that too but phones have ruined it. nobody is on their phone while puking and if they are then God has truly lost.
Shitting is supposed to be that too but phones have ruined it. nobody is on their phone while puking and if they are then God has truly lost.
Salvage by Hedgie Choi
I have seen deer
split open on the
road and thought
that’s exactly what
those
soft and gentle
fuckers
deserve.
Some things happened
to me in my formative
years that I don’t
want to tell you about
but some things
happened to you too.
I have seen deer
split open on the
road and thought
that’s exactly what
those
soft and gentle
fuckers
deserve.
Some things happened
to me in my formative
years that I don’t
want to tell you about
but some things
happened to you too.
Seeing a Dog in the Rain
It is raining and there is a dog lying
in the gutter and the gutter is filling with water
because the sewer is clogged.
If the dog were alive he would be
drowning but as it is,
the water is simply stroking his fur.
- Laura Gilpen
It is raining and there is a dog lying
in the gutter and the gutter is filling with water
because the sewer is clogged.
If the dog were alive he would be
drowning but as it is,
the water is simply stroking his fur.
- Laura Gilpen
I Go Back to May 1937
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch,
the red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head,
I see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her,
its sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.
- Sharon Olds
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch,
the red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head,
I see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her,
its sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.
- Sharon Olds
