Humans were born selfish.
The reason we survive every day is because we are selfish. The question as simple as it seems, whatever we do in life is always about us. Even if we are helping someone, we help because in return we get something, maybe its sheer happiness or just for the sake of being recognised.
Every deed we do is related to our own, we never do something without our own selfish…
Words are like pennies we keep in our pockets, unless we ink or voice them, they are worth nothing.
Have you ever wondered why dictators always ban books that don’t fit their ideas? Have you ever wondered why books have been burned through centuries? Have you ever wondered why books can make such an impact?
Why men who spoke different were put through trials and hanged and murdered?
Words are the…
A cold day in August
A search, a search for answers. But my friend, my love, thats the lesson every man must learn. That answers, they are the rarest gem. Because the truth is we know so little of life.
To carry a heart, it perhaps is a burden. To feel things is perhaps a curse. But then again there is nothing more blissful or blessed than to feel such. To feel life. And then again who talks of joy as fondly as pain.…
"We look up at the same stars, and see such different things."
— George R. R. Martin - A Storm of Swords (via grapeonavine)
"My father smokes a pack a day,
and I heard once that
DNA like monkey bars.
Every time I look at you,
I am reminded of what
I won’t be able to let go."
— Y.Z, what we earned by accident (via rustyvoices)