Ryūmizu

At this moment, you are here. In the present. Dedicated, even for a split second - to smile, laugh, ponder, troll, shed a tear or just turn the page. There isn't a need to dwell on a past memory or hope for a projected future. There is no intention. You read and move on...as Ryūmizu, like flowing water.

Subaru

They say that people who have money,
do not rely on money.

And that those who are strong,
may never need to fight.

That the most intelligent people
can be amongst the dumbest.

And the people you trust the most
are the ones that let you down.

And so I learned,
that the thing most important
was the one I wanted least.

3:16 Film Company

niiice

Second Cut

It’s raining tonight. I let out a shiver as I smell the wet earth in the wind. I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the monsoon air.

Hmm. Nothing.

I let it out and try it again for a second time. But this time I make it a point to sigh almost loudly, as I breathe out…

And yet, it’s still there - the emptiness within. The pain and guilt and the numb silence of solitude.

It’s a familiar feeling, this. Just like that first cut; only deeper. Yet, I wonder if this one will ever heal. Maybe, a scar? At least a story to tell? Or will it be forgotten, like I will, in time?

U.THURMAN LOSES IT IN THE GYM

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C.DIAZ’S FAV YOGA POSE

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T.CRUISE SHOOTS HIS PORTFOLIO

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Official

Rebuilding Titanic - National Geographic Channel

wow :O

Leopold smokes a blunt

Leopold:

I say Marty...have you ever listened to a song that made you want to run up a flight of stairs and punch the air?

Marty:

(Blank Stare)...

Leopold:

Yes? No? (Sighs) You know how it is. It's like nicotine - one absorbs it in spite of one's precautions.

Marty:

(Silence)...

Leopold:

I say, it's the bee's knees. The cat's whiskers. The eel's ankle...The snake's hip...

Marty:

(Silence)

Leopold:

Honestly. (Sighs) It's makes one's heart go pit-a-pat.

Marty:

(Silence)

Leopold:

I beg your pardon? Perhaps you didn't speak? I am impertinent. I must be getting on. Thank you for your society. Unless I stay and perhaps indulge in smoking another blunt?

Marty:

One-more-word...and I swear man, I'll take you with me back to the future and get you ass-raped by a french bull-dog.

Leopold:

(Silence)

cheatsheet:

Santa, you devil. 

cheatsheet:

Santa, you devil.