What makes something “good?”
What makes something “bad?”
Is it not the prison of your own mind?
Who determines whether you are free?
Who keeps you in chains? 143 more words
On Saturday morning, I pass a young girl sporting a T-shirt emblazoned with: ‘Keep calm and listen to Olly Murs’. And, while I’m still pondering that particular take on the rediscovered WWII propaganda, I spy a poster outside the local church: ‘Keep calm and know that I am God’. 72 more words
i’m sick and fucking tired of the non-stop texting going on in the world today. i was at a store today and the thoroughly disinterested cashier managed to squeeze some texting into the 6 seconds between when she rang my sale in to the till and when my credit card payment went through. 397 more words