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                                Someone I loved once gave me                                       a box full of darkness.                                 It took me years to understand                                     that this, too, was a gift. I was once given a box full of darkness. Someone I loved gave it to me, too. The darkness was actually disillusionment, disappointment, and despair. The box was full of meanness, lies, and deceit. The first thing I did with this box was glorify it. I gave it pride of place in my emotional world. I let it consume my thoughts, my heart, and my mind. Every so often, when I was feeling at my most vulnerable, I opened it up and peered into the darkness, where I would wail and cry in despair, pitying myself for being dealt such a dark and horrible blow. Time passed, and I found myself opening the dark box less often.  Sometimes, I was just too busy with other things to spend the time I knew the darkness required. Other times, I simply didn’t have the energy to deal with all those dark emotions. Eventually, I was just bored with the dark box and it’s perpetual whining. Then came the day that my thoughts drifted toward the darkness, and I realized the dark box was no longer there. For a few frenzied moments, my mind searched for it, but I simply could not conjure it up. A deep sigh of relief welled within me, and I knew the darkness was gone for good. In it’s place was a very quiet sense of understanding. peace, and forgiveness, a sensation that I had never before known, but one I wanted very much to store up and treasure. At one time or another, life will hand each one of us a box full of darkness. It’s important to keep that box around for a while – but not for too long. Buried deep inside this box is a wealth of insight, compassion, and self-awareness. When you dig deeply enough to reach this layer, you’ve found the real buried treasure – the true gift that’s hidden in the darkness.

Eighty-Six Charlie, he came back, he came backSat down at the table, and for the last time He asked me for a favor Said he’s finally made up his mindAsked me a question Asked me to make an exception He wonders if it’s not too lateIt’s not too late because I’ll never forget youI’ll never forget youYou made me so angryI’ll never forget you

anxiety-annoyance: heyclock



 ” I Have Never Felt Such Frustration Or Lack Of Self Control And Go Crazy Like You’ve Made Me I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls One Who Doesn’t Care Is One Who Shouldn’t Be I’ve Tried To Hide Myself From What Is Wrong For Me, For Me “ 

psychofactz: More Facts on Psychofacts :)

” Still far away From where i belong But it’s always darkest Before the dawn So you can doubt And you can hate But i know No matter what it takes Let the rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes I’m coming home I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming .. .” . . .  This is a phoenix backpiece ,i have one in my back inspired by this . when i first saw this one i was like Waaaa  … now i have it  : )  

”  … I didn’t know, … don’t know about the in between bits.   The gory bits of you … and … the gory bits  of me …” i always loved this pic . not sure why . i miss the winter . snowboard . the cold air in my lungs , breeze . brainfreeze .   and whatever have you . i love and miss this too . we are a bunch of egocentric freaks but , in the other hand . How we couldn’t .  ” it’s it . what is it ? “  - faith no more . epic . 

. we have no time for tomorrow .


 ” no one wants to be rejected “  .   exactly .    ” to be yourself in a world that it’ is  constantly trying to make you something else   is the great accomplishment . “