Gah excuse my absense. Havent been home much at all the past week.
Not much to report really, just been blazed as fuck alot...and thats about it..been sleeping like a baby its fucking brilliant.
Went out last night to the pub to listen to my hermanos band play, drunk alot and was already wasted before i got there lol its hard trying to act straight in front of parents.
Home tonight for a nice big roast dinner.yuumm!
hope everyones having a sawweeeet weekend.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.
Not much to report really, just been blazed as fuck alot...and thats about it..been sleeping like a baby its fucking brilliant.
Went out last night to the pub to listen to my hermanos band play, drunk alot and was already wasted before i got there lol its hard trying to act straight in front of parents.
Home tonight for a nice big roast dinner.yuumm!
hope everyones having a sawweeeet weekend.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.
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thank u beautiful!!