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By DrunkVanilla PLATINUM
Çatalköy, Other

seize the day, they say am i required to hold on when you can’t hold me
DrunkVanilla PLATINUM, Çatalköy, Other
24 articles 3 photos 7 comments

Poetry
By DrunkVanilla PLATINUM
Çatalköy, Other
DrunkVanilla PLATINUM, Çatalköy, Other
24 articles 3 photos 7 comments
Poetry
By DrunkVanilla PLATINUM
Çatalköy, Other
DrunkVanilla PLATINUM, Çatalköy, Other
24 articles 3 photos 7 comments
Poetry
By DrunkVanilla PLATINUM
Çatalköy, Other
DrunkVanilla PLATINUM, Çatalköy, Other
24 articles 3 photos 7 comments
Poetry
By DrunkVanilla PLATINUM
Çatalköy, Other
DrunkVanilla PLATINUM, Çatalköy, Other
24 articles 3 photos 7 comments
DrunkVanilla PLATINUM, Çatalköy, Other
24 articles 3 photos 7 comments
Poetry
By DrunkVanilla PLATINUM
Çatalköy, Other
DrunkVanilla PLATINUM, Çatalköy, Other
24 articles 3 photos 7 comments
DrunkVanilla PLATINUM, Çatalköy, Other
24 articles 3 photos 7 comments
Poetry
By EmilyTheKiwi PLATINUM
Flemington, New Jersey
EmilyTheKiwi PLATINUM, Flemington, New Jersey
30 articles 1 photo 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Picture a wave. In the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. And it's there. And you can see it, you know what it is. It's a wave.<br /> <br /> And then it crashes in the shore and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. You know it's one conception of death for Buddhists: the wave returns to the ocean, where it came from and where it's supposed to be."<br /> -The Good Place

Poetry
By SummerRose GOLD
St. Paul, Minnesota
SummerRose GOLD, St. Paul, Minnesota
11 articles 4 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Supposing there was no intelligence behind the universe, no creative mind. In that case, nobody designed my brain for the purpose of thinking. It is merely that when the atoms inside my skull happen, for physical or chemical reasons, to arrange themselves in a certain way, this gives me, as a by-product, the sensation I call thought. But, if so, how can I trust my own thinking to be true? It's like upsetting a milk jug and hoping that the way it splashes itself will give you a map of London. But if I can't trust my own thinking, of course I can't trust the arguments leading to Atheism, and therefore have no reason to be an Atheist, or anything else. Unless I believe in God, I cannot believe in thought: so I can never use thought to disbelieve in God.”