gσт ѕσмєтнιηg тσ ѕαу؟      The truth calls for a halt, a time spend in the crux of a moment of what feels right and decline of the anticipation of what wasn't.

Astrid: It’s a mess. You must feel horrible. You’ve lost everything. Your father, your tribe, your best friend…

Hiccup: Thank you for summing that up.

[silence]

Hiccup: Why couldn’t I have killed that dragon when I found him in the woods? Would’ve been better, for everyone…

Astrid: Yep. The rest of us would have done it. So why didn’t you?

[pauses]

Astrid: Why didn’t you?

Hiccup: I don’t know… I couldn’t.

Astrid: That’s not an answer.

Hiccup: *Why* is this so important to you all of a sudden?

Astrid: Because I want to remember what you say, *right now*.

Hiccup: Oh, for the love of… I was a coward! I was weak! I couldn’t kill a dragon!

Astrid: You said *wouldn’t*, that time.

Hiccup: Agh, whatever… I *wouldn’t*! Three hundred years, and I’m the first Viking who wouldn’t kill a dragon!

[pause]

Astrid: First to ride one, though. So…?

Hiccup: I wouldn’t kill him, because he looked as frightened as *I* was. I looked at him… and I saw myself.

-side- I am having too much fun on the trail of life-experience-love-quotes. Oh, it is so good! I am finding my answers and I am finding them well. I am defining my path and and my step-stones of placed in good spaces. This world isn’t perfect, but it’s full of living places.

Actually watching is movie right now and joy is greater than love! The feeling to understand and understand that divine feeling from above. Pay attention! This life has lessons. Search for what is right, you come well equipped, your heart is the compass. 

Seek first to understand, not to be understood. 

Funny how being small is a tremendous act of courage. 

(Source: evayoblog)

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30 Day teen Titans Challenge

Day 15: Favorite quote from any character; Starfire

No price is ever too high when it comes to doing what is right.”

Yet….. *body chills* There IS this. 

(Source: hentaikohai)

— 2 hours ago with 1682 notes

bat-warehouse:

DC ladies - “before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm”

….except lucky for you, my own person also accept self-sacrifice. The only cost to you, is you have to be worthy of that. I am willing. As long as you meet my standards. Oh, and if you knew my standards… my true guidelines to person-hood. You wouldn’t even strive for my price.  

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Sometimes.. I just don’t know.. what to think, and I feel like at one point and time, I did. So I hold myself to a higher caliber. Yet, it dawns on me now, maybe I wasn’t thinking much…as much positive. Instead of instilling negatives in me and as much as I found them cynnically smart, perhaps I shall take this time to work more towards to good and finding the…. ‘smart’ good. The inspired positivity while watching life as I see.
Merm, actually…is…tough to find much uh, good, on TV. On the standard stuff really. Oof. Stay away, I am sticking to my cartoons, equipped with my aware mind and stay near to anime, manga, video-games, and other works made by attentive artists. Those ALSO inspired by fantastic body language. 
Sidenote-sidenote. News hosts are trained to not show emotion in their voices. Oh. Lesson Learned? Stay CLEAR from people who talk like this. 

Sometimes.. I just don’t know.. what to think, and I feel like at one point and time, I did. So I hold myself to a higher caliber. Yet, it dawns on me now, maybe I wasn’t thinking much…as much positive. Instead of instilling negatives in me and as much as I found them cynnically smart, perhaps I shall take this time to work more towards to good and finding the…. ‘smart’ good. The inspired positivity while watching life as I see.

Merm, actually…is…tough to find much uh, good, on TV. On the standard stuff really. Oof. Stay away, I am sticking to my cartoons, equipped with my aware mind and stay near to anime, manga, video-games, and other works made by attentive artists. Those ALSO inspired by fantastic body language. 

Sidenote-sidenote. News hosts are trained to not show emotion in their voices. Oh. Lesson Learned? Stay CLEAR from people who talk like this. 

(Source: gretlusky)

— 2 hours ago with 1284 notes
I may not understand people, hah, I really can’t get them all. So, I try and I blindly love because, that’s just me, I radiate it. I glow well and I love the feeling that so bright and burning and free that comes WITH true love, it’s like a ‘Thank You’ from above. I focus. I have been focusing on where that love comes from too much and…. ya know, I shouldn’t, It is the one thing I’ll do my best to show others, but I choose a different way, a way that is also progressive to me and who I am in my search for humanity. (Dark Souls) To find the real smiles that come from directing being. I choose to understand. I choose. My quest is understanding. 

I may not understand people, hah, I really can’t get them all. So, I try and I blindly love because, that’s just me, I radiate it. I glow well and I love the feeling that so bright and burning and free that comes WITH true love, it’s like a ‘Thank You’ from above. I focus. I have been focusing on where that love comes from too much and…. ya know, I shouldn’t, It is the one thing I’ll do my best to show others, but I choose a different way, a way that is also progressive to me and who I am in my search for humanity. (Dark Souls) To find the real smiles that come from directing being. I choose to understand. I choose. My quest is understanding. 

(Source: just-cuz-rivaldi)

— 2 hours ago with 883 notes
I want everyone to live. I want you to live. Not because I am bound to some sense of moral rationality. My want is far from the fear of the end of this existence, or the pain on the journey that accompanies it. I want you to breathe, I want you to know piece I have no idea who you are, I can’t. So I can’t only trust who you represent yourself to be. I must remain somewhat skeptical, of everything, lest I be devoured by lessor demons myself. Yet, I trust you and who you are. Let that be where my faith stands. So my love burns bring for the both of us, and the joys that we will gather together are far more brighter than hungry hole that may gnaw at your insides.
Heehee, see.. I meant to write about me and where my choices stem from. Then I began to talk about you, how much I really love you and how much I trust you for being you! That’s what this feeling is, that’s why this picture of “Whooooo, yeaaah, bring it HO-AWWWN. Mmmmm!!” *Flash smile.* Is chosen! 
Instead of saying, I don’t want to kill. I say, I want you to live. So there, no opposing sides here. All I know, is, I want you to live, and I work from that. (So, far, that’s the lines been able to see. ‘Cause I love you, from me.) 
The question has then has been wrong in my mind! It is not, why do I not want to kill? That ends fast, ends in a painful spiral downwards of answers that too some uncovering… “It’s not me, that’s not who I am. Then who am I? The nice kids, why am I so nice? I learned polite and that’s not a happy quality. Oh, so, the polite was because of the sensitive feeling in my stomach that deters me from conflict. A defense. -
That reminds me, I never feel “nothing”, and I need to understand what I am feeling and what I am not feeling… if the word that comes to mind is, “nothing.” Than I am missing a great something and I should then focus on what I am not feeling and what I am, my heart will tell me what I am.
A back-step in time! I was following a depressing line of thought and so I was living that line of though, I found no light, as there is none in death. Besides the blinding one that force ejects you into yourself, again, but no, no light here on the physical plane, not in killing. So, I learned that life is life, nothing is greater than that life and sealing that life is why we choose to love. It’s why we love.We love for life. It’s our constant, YES! It is the silent “nos….” that bring us down, and the indifference in apathy is a strong pull into the blue… and the hate, at least in the hating there is movement. In the wrong directions we have found out, but eh, we have been “hating” instead of feeling the passion. 
No, I don’t kill, and the thought of it, hurls me into the same despair as if I committed the action. No, I cannot. I cannot. I decline the ability to do so, as I am fueled with the passion to find me and that IS not me, not found at my core and as it is ALWAYS in my power, I will not be, that, a killer. So I said it. I deduced my reason, and I did so logically and truthfully.
Fine! I am an angel, in all that moves me…yet, still, I’m a “HEAL-YEA”, one.

I want everyone to live. I want you to live. Not because I am bound to some sense of moral rationality. My want is far from the fear of the end of this existence, or the pain on the journey that accompanies it. I want you to breathe, I want you to know piece I have no idea who you are, I can’t. So I can’t only trust who you represent yourself to be. I must remain somewhat skeptical, of everything, lest I be devoured by lessor demons myself. Yet, I trust you and who you are. Let that be where my faith stands. So my love burns bring for the both of us, and the joys that we will gather together are far more brighter than hungry hole that may gnaw at your insides.

Heehee, see.. I meant to write about me and where my choices stem from. Then I began to talk about you, how much I really love you and how much I trust you for being you! That’s what this feeling is, that’s why this picture of “Whooooo, yeaaah, bring it HO-AWWWN. Mmmmm!!” *Flash smile.* Is chosen! 

Instead of saying, I don’t want to kill. I say, I want you to live. So there, no opposing sides here. All I know, is, I want you to live, and I work from that. (So, far, that’s the lines been able to see. ‘Cause I love you, from me.) 

The question has then has been wrong in my mind! It is not, why do I not want to kill? That ends fast, ends in a painful spiral downwards of answers that too some uncovering… “It’s not me, that’s not who I am. Then who am I? The nice kids, why am I so nice? I learned polite and that’s not a happy quality. Oh, so, the polite was because of the sensitive feeling in my stomach that deters me from conflict. A defense. -

That reminds me, I never feel “nothing”, and I need to understand what I am feeling and what I am not feeling… if the word that comes to mind is, “nothing.” Than I am missing a great something and I should then focus on what I am not feeling and what I am, my heart will tell me what I am.

A back-step in time! I was following a depressing line of thought and so I was living that line of though, I found no light, as there is none in death. Besides the blinding one that force ejects you into yourself, again, but no, no light here on the physical plane, not in killing. So, I learned that life is life, nothing is greater than that life and sealing that life is why we choose to love. It’s why we love.We love for life. It’s our constant, YES! It is the silent “nos….” that bring us down, and the indifference in apathy is a strong pull into the blue… and the hate, at least in the hating there is movement. In the wrong directions we have found out, but eh, we have been “hating” instead of feeling the passion. 

No, I don’t kill, and the thought of it, hurls me into the same despair as if I committed the action. No, I cannot. I cannot. I decline the ability to do so, as I am fueled with the passion to find me and that IS not me, not found at my core and as it is ALWAYS in my power, I will not be, that, a killer. So I said it. I deduced my reason, and I did so logically and truthfully.

Fine! I am an angel, in all that moves me…yet, still, I’m a “HEAL-YEA”, one.

(Source: anstruthers)

— 2 hours ago with 9538 notes

On that note. A tribute to this movie. x]

(Source: in-love-with-movies)

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"And maybe that’s the true definition of an eccentric — someone who can’t be slain by what lesser people might say. “I was born with the courage to live,” said Elsie de Wolfe, who is considered America’s first decorator, and who was dyeing her hair blue and doing handstands well into her 70s. “Only those are unwise who have never dared to be fools.”

"And maybe that’s the true definition of an eccentric — someone who can’t be slain by what lesser people might say. “I was born with the courage to live,” said Elsie de Wolfe, who is considered America’s first decorator, and who was dyeing her hair blue and doing handstands well into her 70s. “Only those are unwise who have never dared to be fools.”

(Source: moorwoods)

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"The cost of sanity in this society is a certain level of alienation."
Terence McKenna (via lazyyogi)
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Pretender.

I have this concern about pretending. Which relates to acting. To behavior. Then to character. What is it? What are the things that we do that are so fake? The things we do that are not spawned of our own creativity and turned into character? The funny thing is, the more concerned I am, the more I begin to understand is that character is the most self-defined and subjective piece of what we, those able to relate to me, consider human. Character is dependent of choices, yet it is the essence behind the choice that defines self. Character is secondary, something present from the past that might help to understand the future.. ;’3

..I was watching dancing with the stars and I got happy, distracted and whatwasItalkingabout. Oh,shi. To remind myself I hover around my alternate tabs to find a listing from Huffington Post. They remain true to their name as I read through the article, “Admit It, You’re Only Pretending To Like These 32 Things.”  Eeh, yuck. A disgusting degenerate with no sense of worth uses big pictures and underlines them with descriptions that indicate a hurt and confused soul. Are you okay? No, the most of us are not pretending to like long books, other people’s success, cooking for friends, and listening to other people’s opinions. On another note of fake-ness, lemme quote another user from another site, “5 Things Fake People do.”

 

"alcohol evaporate the fakeness. What does fake mean, everything is bulshit everyone has this stupid movie playing in the back of there heads about what life should be like and tries to fallow it, thats fake too."

Dear Malfuntion. Yeah. Seems to me no one here knows what fake really means. Yeah, alcohol is the instant fake-go away, and if you follow your heart and emotions, nah mang. There isn’t a movie to follow there, only yourself. With that, you’ve made me discover a few things. If there is no movie behind the music, then the heart moves forward, blind and self-enlightening. The motive is to stay true. When alcohol dissolves the habits of fakery, what then, in the case of one who is left with a self more honest and loving than in another other sober state of mind. Has the lying come so deep that it is self? Than what then. Is that the essence of truth then? Shouldn’t the truth always hurt inside? Nein, sah. I’d still lie to stay true to smiles and love and care, even if this world WAS opposite land. I’ll be the stagnant sally sanctioned in sunshine city.

Truth is, I feel so boring “un-pretending”. I need meaning. I strive for meaning and I am SO COMPACTED WITH FEELINGS THAT I NEED TO ASPIRE TO AQUIRE ALTERNATE METHODS TO EXPRESS ALL THAT IS IN ME. I AM A FIRE. LET ME FEEL, LET ME BURN. I am what is…. I do not intend to be anything other than myself. I have had this problem before, of… “what am I really doing? why is it this way?” Is it copying? Isn’t that un-creative? Nah. I’m effecient…. beetch. I let that slide as my virgo side. I use other sources to inspire me and I suppose that’s my way, and that’s okay! I’m real. I’m as real as I want to be, because I know exactly why I am that at that time. Usually. In most cases. Sometimes. Hehe. I can’t control anything. xD I guess, that’s real. WOO. Everything is real. Everything. Is. Real.   

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