Forwarded from OrthoChristian
Don't criticize or judge other people—regard everyone else as an angel, justify their mistakes and weaknesses, and condemn only yourself as the worst sinner. This is step one in any kind of spiritual life.
+Blessed Seraphim (Rose)
+Blessed Seraphim (Rose)
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The Lord destroyeth the Tower of Babel.
He confounds their speech and scatters them amongst the world.
Though the language every man will always understand and must be prolific in,
Is pure and utter Violence.I have ate out of your garbage cans to stay out of jail. I have wore your second-hand clothes…I have done my best to get along in your world and now you want to kill me, and I look at you, and then I say to myself, You want to kill me? Ha! I’m already dead, have been all my life. I’ve spent twenty-three years in tombs that you built.This media is not supported in your browser
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Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer Exist. -EpicurusMedia is too big
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A true man will gleefully take matters of life and death into his own hands. Inversely the lesser man waits for a hero to come save him. Entrusting his existence to a stranger he’s never met before. All to often the lesser man waits till his final breath. While the hero he was waiting for all along was himself. Yet by reason of negligence and inaction he spent his last moments waiting for anyone that would care more about his life than himself.
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“Y’know sometimes the journey beats the destination, and especially when your spurs go Jingle, Jangle, Jingle and you meet some nice gals along the way”
Mister New VegasForwarded from The Last Man Revival
"We are nine in a hole. Nothing will get us out of here. But we have eaten, we must relieve ourselves. The first of us to feel the urge climbs out. He has been there for two days now, ten feet away, killed, with his trousers down. We crap on paper and throw it up and out. When we have no more paper, we go in our haversacks. The Battle of Verdun continues. We go in our hands. Dysentery flows between our fingers. We crap blood. We go where we lie. We are devoured by flames of thirst. We drink our own urine. If we remain on this battlefield... it is because they won't let us get away." - Jean Giono
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California Dreamin’