Soon after she came back to Budapest a friend told me she signed up for all sorts of classes and activities. Told her i wasn't aware she has so many hobbies. She told me she doesn't. I just want to keep my self as busy as possible. But why? To forget that i am alone...
They say no one will love you if you don't love yourself. But actually it's the other way around...
A joke said that in case the penis head is cut off nothing will happen to the man to whom the penis belongs because the other head will immediately take over. The main idea of the joke is that actually, once in a while, the little head needs to take over so that the upper head gets some rest. That loss of control, the endorphines released in the brain represent the vacation of the mind factory... No wonder some are so tired lately...
There is a rythm in everything and all must be done in its right time. Once the time has passed there is no point in doing it anymore. It won't matter anymore. It won't cause the same effects. The rightous effects. One does not need to be a lawyer to understand prescription...
I enjoy reading Cioran (especially) or any other author who's thoughts resemble mine. They don't necessarily make me feel better but less lonely.
Sex is a game, my friend, a game. Go out and play. With whom? Don't you need a playmate to make it fun?
Reading to remember? No, reading to forget.
She told him she doesn't like talking about it. That she likes to experience stuff and he should just do what he feels like doing. Imagine his surprise when she started screaming and cursing the moment he stuck slowly a finger in her ass...
I've seen somewhere an old guy saying that in our heads we are all 19 year old. I don't know about that specific age but i believe him to be right about the rest...
I've read that up until he was almost 50, Kant was a virgin. He lived in a small village and had the same daily routine everyday, which included a walk through the village and lots of writing. He never leaved the village and still was able to build a philosophic system of universal proportions. At some point his friends insisted that he visits a brothel and he accepted solely because it was a life experience he lacked and he thought it might help him with his ideas. The experience was obviously short. When he came out he was asked: how was it? He said: the thing itself is rather pleasant. But the movements are preposterous...
Today on LinkedIn a title said: is working a form of procrastination? I guess we all know the answer to this question...
They say no one will love you if you don't love yourself. But actually it's the other way around...
A joke said that in case the penis head is cut off nothing will happen to the man to whom the penis belongs because the other head will immediately take over. The main idea of the joke is that actually, once in a while, the little head needs to take over so that the upper head gets some rest. That loss of control, the endorphines released in the brain represent the vacation of the mind factory... No wonder some are so tired lately...
There is a rythm in everything and all must be done in its right time. Once the time has passed there is no point in doing it anymore. It won't matter anymore. It won't cause the same effects. The rightous effects. One does not need to be a lawyer to understand prescription...
I enjoy reading Cioran (especially) or any other author who's thoughts resemble mine. They don't necessarily make me feel better but less lonely.
Sex is a game, my friend, a game. Go out and play. With whom? Don't you need a playmate to make it fun?
Reading to remember? No, reading to forget.
She told him she doesn't like talking about it. That she likes to experience stuff and he should just do what he feels like doing. Imagine his surprise when she started screaming and cursing the moment he stuck slowly a finger in her ass...
I've seen somewhere an old guy saying that in our heads we are all 19 year old. I don't know about that specific age but i believe him to be right about the rest...
I've read that up until he was almost 50, Kant was a virgin. He lived in a small village and had the same daily routine everyday, which included a walk through the village and lots of writing. He never leaved the village and still was able to build a philosophic system of universal proportions. At some point his friends insisted that he visits a brothel and he accepted solely because it was a life experience he lacked and he thought it might help him with his ideas. The experience was obviously short. When he came out he was asked: how was it? He said: the thing itself is rather pleasant. But the movements are preposterous...
Today on LinkedIn a title said: is working a form of procrastination? I guess we all know the answer to this question...
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