On my mind today is the people we meet in life..and how, often it’s by such random chance that we meet the people we do. When I was younger I wished that I could go back and re-live my life again with the knowledge that I had gained so far, but every time I pictured it I tried to make sure I still met the amazing people that I had. I realised that if I had lived my life in a more “perfect” way, I wouldn’t have met so many of these people. Maybe I would have met different ones, who knows, but I’m just grateful for all the stupid mistakes I’ve made and all the great people I have met <3
I guess I never caught that bug where you’re only supposed to care about your own country or your own local area. To me, 49 decapitated Mexicans is just as bad as 49 decapitated Americans and I know if there were 49 decapitated Americans in the street anywhere in the country, it would be like 9/11 all over again. It would be the largest news story for years - if it just happened once - but it happens time and time again in Mexico… and I guess as long as Americans aren’t getting decapitated, apparently the rest of the country, and especially our media, couldn’t give a damn and that’s part of what’s sick and wrong with this country’s media. And so, we march on as if nothing is wrong, as if everything is hunky dory, as if the war on drugs makes sense and hasn’t created these grotesque gangs that grow larger and more grotesque by the day - and it’s not because of the drugs. It’s because the drugs are illegal. — Cenk Uygur commenting on the 49 bodies that were recently found decapitated in Mexico and on the continued War on Drugs, which has claimed over 62,000 lives since just 2006 (via mohandasgandhi)
(via fuckyeahdrugpolicy)
so much thinking…
A friend is one who stabs you in the front — Oscar Wilde
Nothing can count as friendship which lacks time and a few real tests behind it. Too many acquaintanceships are dignified by the name without having earned it. — AC Grayling
And eventually the time came where I realized: I loved myself more than I feared losing him. — The Eulogy of a King Among Thieves (via thatjoerapkid)
Personal Angst Powered Killer's Arsenal in France ➜
“Our passports may say that we are French, but we don’t feel French because we are never accepted here,” “No one can excuse what he did, but he is a product of French society, of the feeling that he had no hope, and nothing to lose.”
“It was not Al Qaeda who created Mohammed Merah,”…. “It was France.”
