Den vackraste textraden du läst

"Jag hatar dig från djupet av mitt hjärta
Det spelar ingen roll, vem du är
Så blotta nu din svaghet, porten till ditt liv
Så jag kan förstöra den, o'avskyvärda människa"

Röda läppar döljer dina tänder
och din tunga är så sträv
Eld och rimfrost är i dina ögon
är du kvinna eller räv?
Jagar slugt och vilt i natten
Långa ärmar döljer klor
Leker lystet med ditt byte
munnen din är röd av blod
Vild och farligt vacker är du
Kjolen döljer knappt din svans
Lockar längre ut i mossen
med din galna rovdjursdans
Just när dina kläder fallit
och din nakna kropp jag sett
skrattar du och öppnar käften
ger mig djupa kärleksbett

Citat från jenkem

"Kneeling down before the now familiar flesh of your deformed penis."

footprints in the sand antagligen..


One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:

"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me."

The LORD replied:

"My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."

"Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet and perhaps so are you.
But the roses have wilted, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty, your wrists are stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear;
there's no silver lining cause you're no longer here.
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight,
you're laying there frozen, so far from the light.
Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun,
but time can't be turned nor your actions undone.
The words that you wrote that only I read,
"I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead."
A bond that we formed, a love that ran deep,
a pain that we shared; a friend I could keep.
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes;
been there the moment you said your goodbye.
I want to forget but most times I don't,
I want to let go, but I know that I won't.
Tears on my face, memories burned in my head;
the roses have wilted, the violets are dead."

“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.”

- The Picture of Dorian Gray av Oscar Wilde

There's no happy here - Saetia

"Sometimes you hace to take the pussy like pepe" - Dave Chapelle.

I'd hold you up to say to your mother, "this kid's gonna be the best kid in the world. This kid's gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew." And you grew up good and wonderful. It was great just watching you, every day was like a privilige. Then the time come for you to be your own man and take on the world, and you did. But somewhere along the line, you changed. You stopped being you. You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you're no good. And when things got hard, you started looking for something to blame, like a big shadow. Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain't you! You're better than that! I'm always gonna love you no matter what. No matter what happens. You're my son and you're my blood. You're the best thing in my life. But until you start believing in yourself, ya ain't gonna have a life.

Vackraste & motiverande

"Du får A i matematik"

Jag ger dig mig själ, mitt hjärta och mina kroppsliga funktioner.
Jag ger dig alla mina jordliga tillgångar.

Om jag är otrogen mot dig kommer jag att knäa vid toaletten, stoppa mina fingrar i halsen och be om din förlåtelse.
Jag bönfaller dig med mina ytliga andetag och min bleka hy.
Jag blöder för dig, smärtar för dig och svimmar för dig.

Om du stannar hos mig, kommer jag att dyrka dig dagligen.
Jag kommer att sluta snyfta när jag känner din varma arm omfamna min darrande kropp.
Idag förnyar jag vår vänskap och beslutar mig för att vara dig trogen hela livet.

Om du hjälper mig att tyna bort, så kommer jag att älska och dyrka dig för alltid.

Hon var den gladaste bland de glada,
i lek och dans var hon alltid bäst,
och flink i spisen och flink på logen
- men ofta ser en, att det tar skada,
som växer vackrast och lovar mest.
Elin i hagen av Gustaf Fröding

Minvän, skåda här, huru landet har blivit.
"Landet har blivit till en kaka
och det vida havet så stort som en brödkorg."
Och än en gång bar han honom ännu högre och sade:
Min vän, blicka ner, hur landet är försvunnet.
"Jag skådar ner, ser hur jorden är försvunnen,
och min ögon kan inte mätta sig på det vida havet!
Min vän, jag vill inte stiga upp till himlen,
stanna, att jag må kunna återvända till jorden."

Gudarnas spår av Erich von Däniken

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe - A dream within a dream