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The road to recovery and the road to ruin run parallel and I'm walking on both at all times.
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Survivor of incest. Gay. Please don't PM me.
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Weebster
Everyone is alone. Everyone is empty.
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No. It's from the book Everyone Fucks or is Getting Fucked.Is that a Zen koan?
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You forgot about the guy who's the meat in the gay-threesome sandwich. He's doing both of those things simultaneously.
Weebster
Everyone is alone. Everyone is empty.
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Threesomes are bad.You forgot about the guy who's the meat in the gay-threesome sandwich. He's doing both of those things simultaneously.
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Weebster
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This reminded me of a poem I read by Mary Oliver.
To me it symbolizes our desire to return to nature, and how impossible (at times) it seems it is. (... and into the impossible trees)
At times I deeply wish I had been born as a bird or some other animal. No animal worries about the future in the sense that humans do.
To me it symbolizes our desire to return to nature, and how impossible (at times) it seems it is. (... and into the impossible trees)
At times I deeply wish I had been born as a bird or some other animal. No animal worries about the future in the sense that humans do.
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that can also be a sign of suicidality, if the realisation itself doesn't cause it
