Then why didn’t He at least give me a pair of socks?
The list just keeps getting longer…
Do not ever raise your children as my parents did raise me.
“We are a way of the universe to know itself.”
— Carl Sagan, my very great idol, rock idol and sex idol.
I’m sure if we did, and listen to each other, we would all be wiser! I’ll start:
Though we live our lives inside the Time Dimension, we are not able to see it, as we can with Space, and that might be the only reason why we’re not able to manipulate it as humans have done with everything else surrounding us.
Yeah, that’s maybe a very philosophical example, and a very pretentious one I think, but I could’ve also said:
E=mc2 = ♥
Well, kinda stupid one. Just think of something you think it has at least a little degree of wisdom in it and reblog this!
Though it seems it eats the last row of every tex post…
Aaaagh!!…
Edit: Now it seems problem’s fixed.
Got the name of the tumblelog changed, for some anonimity issues. Also changed my own name, just because I’m never satisfied with myself. Hope this means an improvement, like an update for myself. Gotta get a new theme, I hate this one, and a new image. Long story short, I’m entering a new phase of my life. More changes comming soon.
That which does not kill you, only makes you stranger.
“Why so serious?”
Maybe I’m a little late for this, and maybe noone will be reading this but I’ve noticed that not everyone I start following starts following me too (and I concluded that it’s not a tradition here to follow people who is following you), so I just want to thank all the people that is actually following me, specially taylordashawn78, who started following me before I even knew what “following” really meant.
So, Hi and Thanks to All.
but I just can’t remember were I found the one I was using before…
“Just made this tumblr thing out of curiosity, what’s this shit all about… Anyway, I don’t think I’ll be posting stuff here too often, maybe I should start following people so I don’t feel so lonely on this strange new land, whatever “follow” means… Seems like I’m thinking aloud again… But who cares? Is anyone even hearing me? Am I being watched? Somebody out there? Is there life in other planets? Does God exists? Hm, they’re all so tasty questions, but I’m just a man. I don’t think I remember where I started… People tell me it all began in my mommy’s belly, but how can they be so sure of it? Do they remember…? Do you…?”
I’m talking ‘bout Love, baby.