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2022-04-02 at 11:51 PM UTCwhy did you let a cop touch your things
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2022-04-02 at 11:54 PM UTC.
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2022-04-03 at 12:34 AM UTCNah dude this chick sucks
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2022-04-16 at 2:03 AM UTC.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2022-04-16 at 3:33 AM UTC.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2022-04-18 at 12:04 AM UTCA woman walks through her life and reaches her journey's end. But there is one last fight, and nothing will be the same after this. It seems to me that if God is in fact God, then our thoughts or feelings on the matter have no bearing on his status or power.
The Tunnel is the sum of this woman’s life. The choices she’s made. The dreams she hangs on to. This woman’s life is like a maze…...At the center of the maze is that woman…. who had been killed over and over again countless times but always clawed her way back to life.
The woman has returned for one last time to vanquish all her oppressors. She stands in the tunnel looking for a way out….examining in her mind that maze she calls her life.
She stands alone…...because her choices have built a wall that cannot be scaled without navigating the maze......
that maze...
so complicated she believed only she could navigate through it.....
The wall is for protection of her soul.
Because she’s seen enough fighting.
It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think yours is the only path.....
ps….don’t steal this Kafka ✍🏼 -
2022-04-18 at 2:59 AM UTC
Originally posted by UNSUB A woman walks through her life and reaches her journey's end. But there is one last fight, and nothing will be the same after this. It seems to me that if God is in fact God, then our thoughts or feelings on the matter have no bearing on his status or power.
The Tunnel is the sum of this woman’s life. The choices she’s made. The dreams she hangs on to. This woman’s life is like a maze……At the center of the maze is that woman…. who had been killed over and over again countless times but always clawed her way back to life.
The woman has returned for one last time to vanquish all her oppressors. She stands in the tunnel looking for a way out….examining in her mind that maze she calls her life.
She stands alone……because her choices have built a wall that cannot be scaled without navigating the maze……
that maze…
so complicated she believed only she could navigate through it…..
The wall is for protection of her soul.
Because she’s seen enough fighting.
It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think yours is the only path…..
ps….don’t steal this Kafka ✍🏼
That was wonderful. Reminds me I have to read The Tunnel.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2022-05-10 at 12:27 AM UTC
Originally posted by UNSUB A woman walks through her life and reaches her journey's end. But there is one last fight, and nothing will be the same after this. It seems to me that if God is in fact God, then our thoughts or feelings on the matter have no bearing on his status or power.
The Tunnel is the sum of this woman’s life. The choices she’s made. The dreams she hangs on to. This woman’s life is like a maze……At the center of the maze is that woman…. who had been killed over and over again countless times but always clawed her way back to life.
The woman has returned for one last time to vanquish all her oppressors. She stands in the tunnel looking for a way out….examining in her mind that maze she calls her life.
She stands alone……because her choices have built a wall that cannot be scaled without navigating the maze……
that maze…
so complicated she believed only she could navigate through it…..
The wall is for protection of her soul.
Because she’s seen enough fighting.
It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think yours is the only path…..
ps….don’t steal this Kafka ✍🏼
That's pretty good. But every wall can be brought down. -
2022-05-10 at 2:34 PM UTC
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2022-05-10 at 5:36 PM UTCWho are you, John Believable (inventor of not being believable)?
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2022-05-10 at 6:19 PM UTCFemale version of a gigalo.
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2022-05-10 at 6:38 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kafka Okay Athens. It was like the centre was nice but you walk 30 mins in any direction and you're surrounded by filth. It was suffocating. Junkies everywhere keeled over in yoga poses, homeless, prostitutes, thieves, people peeing anywhere. It was so hopeless it was almost funny. The stray kittens. I was stalked by a pickpocket. I insta smile at everyone and no one smiled back. Inside the hostel it was like a sitcom with all the characters. Everything went smoothly like I didn't get lost but I felt like I was in limbo and just drank everyday.
Richard: This feels like the street where you get raped. I'm expecting to see a dead baby floating down a river. Wtf is he picking up? What did you just pick up?
Davit: Nathing.
Richard: There's a lot of people on this pub crawl. It feels more like an angry mob.
Laurette a negative nancy telling us bout how she tried to jump from the roof of the hostel her first night there but tripped over the chain fence. This was over breakfast.
Victor: You don't have any wings!
Laurette: What would you know?
*richard wtf face*
Davit was this Mexican guy I hung out with a bit but he did some strange things. He may be dead now. My second night there we went for a walk holding hands. A few days later for another walk to the national library. Right outside in the open was a junkie with a needle in his arm. In broad daylight. Victor, some English guy nd I were sitting on a park bench one night drinking when we saw Davit walking by. We stopped him for a chat, he was vague, then he walked back in the opposite direction he came. One day he sat outside blaring music literally all day with about 20 beer cans around him and his sunglasses on. And I mean all day. He was sitting in the dark with his sunglasses on and scared people. My last day in Athens I hung out in a nice park with him. He told me not to take his picture because he was famous. He also said there were minor teenage boys in the park selling themselves to older men.
Idk it was just crazy. Athens is a strange place and I'll never forget it. Victor was this dutchman who just said all the wrong things. There were these three German girls all 18 yrs old, and two of them liked Richard, this 32 yr old fat guy, and one of them fucked Richard in the toilets. Indian man took me for a ride on his motorbike. I went to a nice beach a few times and some touristy stuff. Got the same burger from the same place every night.
There was this American lady, we went for a walk one night to buy souvenirs and then to dinner. The next day we went to the beach and omg the tram stopped because someone hit their head and this old lady was sitting next to the American lady fucking shouting for an hour at everyone and in the American lady's face. I got voice memos of it and was cracking up. And no one knew what she was saying. It was here that my accent started changing, got a bit American and it hasn't gone away yet.
The first day I went to the beach I walked all the way back to the hostel just to see Athens better. Two and a half hours. Tbh there was nothing really to do at the hostel and the square outside was just full of junkies. Nothing to see there.
There was this one guy in the hostel just on his laptop gaming the whole time. Like it was funny he was always there, day and night in the same clothes and so antisocial. He said Sup to me once as he walked back to his den but that's it. I wish I could take a photo of him. He's probably still there to this day. There's Athens outside, we're all having mad craic and he's just fucking gaming day and night in the dark. I was worried for his eyes like I don't even stay at a pc that long.
STFU dumb Autistic bitch no one cares. -
2022-05-10 at 6:54 PM UTCWho are you, John Lie (inventor of lies)?
