Tuesday, March 24, 2015

One thing hasn't changed and that's that I still want the same things ..

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

"I don't take money from a disabled person"
Your goals aren't realistic

Friday, March 13, 2015

                                           You will be missed
Sometimes it is inexperience that gets us.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015



Tuesday, March 10, 2015

                                                      It's Not Your Fault

Life is about balance.
Be kind, but don't let people abuse you.
Trust, but don't be deceived.
Be content, but never stop improving yourself.

You must work to keep your life in balance. It is so easy to allow the rude, jerky people in life to make you stop being kind to others, or to want to please others so much that you allow other people to run over you.

It is easy to stop trusting anyone because so many people are not trustworthy. People will be people; don't let them throw you off your game. Decide what kind of person you want to be, and be that person, no matter how others act.

Furthermore, the easiest thing to do is to allow yourself to become content with your life as is and start simply going through the motions instead of constantly striving for excellence. Don't fall into this trap! Continue to strive for excellence every day of your life. Be content with your life, but never stop trying to improve yourself. Strive for excellence every day, in everything that you do.

None of this is easy to do. That is why most people don't do these things. Most people just go through life on auto-pilot, taking the path of least resistance. The warrior lifestyle is not about taking the path of least resistance, but rather taking the path that leads to excellence in every area of your life. Balance your spirit, mind and body, and do it with excellence every step of the way! 
Bohdi Sanders - Modern Bushido: Living a Life of Excellence

Monday, March 9, 2015


Saturday, March 7, 2015

You are the sustenance that I live off of


by queenmarz

I penned prison bars over your windows,
shackled your ankles so you couldn’t come near.
But you slipped your shadow through the silver,
and tethered yourself to my greatest fears.

You are just false loneliness, a stigma stitched
to my people’s chests. But I refuse to let you latch onto
my best coat as a badge of brokenness.

Normalcy swallows your voice in silence, but
you will not hush for me. Your tone is garbled
with shards of glass—hoarse with artificial reality.

I fear you like I fear the truth, as if
terror is a shield that preserves me

from you.