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I am alone with a changing mind. (I just want to be somebody)


Okaaay

Okaaay

Me
I forgot who am I when I found myself lying on the cold hard ground like a crumpled up piece of paper that is thrown in the trash.Maybe I bacame a martyr or stupid when I fell in love on the wrong person who is not ready  catching me. 
The truth is, I never knew who the hell I am. I’m a complicated person that’s why some of the people who surrounds me can’t get why my attitude is like a climate that changes so fast. Well, eversince I like them, I really don’t know who the hell I am.

Me

I forgot who am I when I found myself lying on the cold hard ground like a crumpled up piece of paper that is thrown in the trash.
Maybe I bacame a martyr or stupid when I fell in love on the wrong person who is not ready  catching me.

The truth is, I never knew who the hell I am. I’m a complicated person that’s why some of the people who surrounds me can’t get why my attitude is like a climate that changes so fast. Well, eversince I like them, I really don’t know who the hell I am.

Insecurity kills bitches… Okaaay?!

Insecurity kills bitches… Okaaay?!

Reblogged from theculpritcat
Somebody says: “Some people choose to focus on pain, misery and despair while others focus on joy, happiness and possibilities? This is why some people live and stay in the past while others are excited about the future. This is the power of attitude.”
Life is not what happens. It’s how you take it.
Francis Kong (via theculpritcat)
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A man rejects God neither because of intellectual demands nor because of the scarcity of evidence. A man rejects God because of a moral resistance that refuses to admit his need for God. Ravi Zacharias (via jenniferobot)
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Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility. Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents (via quotes-shape-us)
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Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly inside. Sigmund Freud  (via thatlitsite)
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clairelovemovies:

Lie to me

clairelovemovies:

Lie to me

Reblogged from eltigrechico
Reformers talk constantly about what governments should do about poverty without first asking themselves what a specific government can do about poverty. Any relief program must be adjusted to the relative wealth of the country for which it is proposed. It would be quite impossible for India, for example, to adopt a public relief program feasible in the United States. An attempt to ensure everybody in India an income as high as the official U.S. ‘poverty line’ minimum would probably put at least nine-tenths of the Indian population on relief.

This brings us to what I shall call ‘The Paradox of Relief’ :
The richer the community, the less the need for relief, but the more it is able to provide; the poorer the community, the greater the need for relief, but the less it is able to provide.

A less paradoxical way of stating this is that an ‘adequate’ relief system is possible only in a country that is already affluent. But this takes us back once more to the conclusion that the real solution to the problem of poverty does not lie in any government relief system, in any ‘welfare program’, in any scheme to redistribute wealth or income. It lies in increased production.

One is ashamed to keep repeating anything so obvious, but the only real cure for poverty is the production of wealth.
Henry Hazlitt, The Conquest of Poverty p. 209 (via eltigrechico)
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All I ever wanna be, yeah… is to be a somebody to you…

All I ever wanna be, yeah… is to be a somebody to you…

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