Martial Arts - Italian

inbalanced:

that random moment when you suddenly remember someone who is no longer in your life and it feels like a knife through the chest

The Bulk of it.

I call this the bulk of it, because I’ve been through quite a few things in the past few weeks and I need to vent about the “bulk” of it. Now, since I have a rule that I don’t relay names apart from my own, I’m not going to so much as rant about the events in my life as impart some forms of wisdom I feel I’ve gained from these past events.

The first is that, you can never do everything right. There will always be something you’re not good at. This doesn’t mean that you can’t work on things and try things over and over again, but it does mean you have to realize the repetitive possibility of shortcomings. I hate when people say “I can’t do ‘X’ because I’ve never been good at it”. If you aren’t, then work on it. Keep diving in. However, I forget how unwilling many people are to fail.  I’ve become use to failing and am a bit numb to it. The sadness comes, but not in waves like it use to.

The next thing is on the subject of losing people you care about. I recently had a friend that I was very close to and enjoyed sharing my life experiences with block me out of their life. Now, this is upsetting enough. I did something terrible; I let them down. I broke a very important promise and they left. This wouldn’t bother me so much, but it was partly my idea. I’ve always given this person my most sincere advice and after a conversation we had, I said, “you should probably remove me from your life then” and they did. I now have no way to contact this person, which is better for both of us because I constantly want to apologize, but apology isn’t really the point. It’s the fact that it happened.

Be prepared in life to lose people and don’t be afraid to either. People come and go in our lives, be happy for the time you have. Never regret anything.

The final piece is, never forget about love. Some may think of this in a general “love is all around us” sort of way, but that’s not really what I mean. I mean that, once you love someone, if it’s real, it never leaves. The only thing love can do is change. I’ve never understood people who could say that they hated someone that only a year earlier (often times much less than that) they said they loved. If you let those sweet words pass through your teeth, you should mean them. You should mean everything you say. Now, I understand shortcomings. Everyone makes mistakes and unfortunately, they are sometimes large mistakes that can’t be taken back, but overall, love cannot be a mistake you make.

There are other things going on in my life, but those are things that have yet to find their ending, so I choose to omit these from the bulk. These are all things I’ve thought and worked through previously. Superfluous things that I no longer have control over. I hope this has helped in some way.

cantsman:

princetpenguin:

are you a real human being?

ISThISa A  SAxyE ENTRY?!

did-you-kno:

A species of subantarctic fish, black cod have a blood protein that acts like antifreeze and allows them to survive in icy waters.
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did-you-kno:

A species of subantarctic fish, black cod have a blood protein that acts like antifreeze and allows them to survive in icy waters.

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rectumofglory:

submariet:

ladynero815:

nudityandnerdery:

casteilnovak:

I think we need to clone him for future generations.

Why? I’m pretty sure that when Death comes for him, Christopher Lee will be waiting with a knife, and I’m not betting on Death in that fight.

Are you kidding? Mr. Lee and Death are old drinking buddies.

Christopher Lee just stabs Death and there’s a beat before Death goes “HEEEEYYYY how the hell have you been, you old bastard” and hugs him, the knife still buried in his back.


#christopher lee proceeds to give death a hard time for not making the correct stabbed-in-the-back sound

rectumofglory:

submariet:

ladynero815:

nudityandnerdery:

casteilnovak:

I think we need to clone him for future generations.

Why? I’m pretty sure that when Death comes for him, Christopher Lee will be waiting with a knife, and I’m not betting on Death in that fight.

Are you kidding? Mr. Lee and Death are old drinking buddies.

Christopher Lee just stabs Death and there’s a beat before Death goes “HEEEEYYYY how the hell have you been, you old bastard” and hugs him, the knife still buried in his back.

the-ghost-darkness:

the ghost and the darkness
kenlayne:

"Strange tradition from the forgotten rural years." Bees attend keeper’s funeral, 1956.

kenlayne:

"Strange tradition from the forgotten rural years." Bees attend keeper’s funeral, 1956.

kookie667:

Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”