Your home’s a promise long forgotten…

…it is the birthplace of your dreams.

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I know I’m weak.

I’m fully aware of it. And I know I made that mistake with you. And we both paid dearly and suffered for it. You more than I did.

 

 

I’m not making that mistake a second time. Not again. Not this time.

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I wish I was fucking heartless.

That way I could treat people like shit the way I’ve been treated myself and wouldn’t feel guilty about it.

Or I could stop caring so fucking much about shit that doesn’t concern me just to try and help, which would probably stop me getting into so much fucking trouble.

Fuck this shit, I need to get this high out of my system.

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…And apparently I never do learn.

I need to leave the fucking wall-punching antics out of my office. I got a scolding from my immediate superior, HR and the CEO, because I left one of the walls in the parking lot all bloody and had to have my hands and knuckles bandaged.

Fuck.

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I am a gigantic masochist.

 

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I have a feeling that you don’t have the words.

I found one for you: kissed your cheek, said bye and walked away… Don’t look back, ’cause I am crying.

 

 

I hope your dream came true… mine betrayed me.

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So after a long and grueling battle with his writing style, which can get to be really droll…

…I have finally finished reading the five main books of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series (A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows and A Dance with Dragons).

Suffice it to say that the guy is an asshole for leaving SO MANY FRICKIN’ IMPORTANT PLOT LINES in the last book hanging from various cliffs. Doesn’t make him any less of an absolutely amazing writer, but still, asshole.

In other news, I think I kinda broke Risk of Rain — then again, Glass Mode is pretty much how the game should be played, haha.

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Passion.

It’s how we do what we do.

To make something beautiful.

To change the game.

It’s that draught that fuels us: The artist, the warrior, the visionary…

It doesn’t matter who you are, or how you look like: everybody can tap into it. We all speak that language.

We know what it is to look up at an impossible challenge, and push forward anyway.

You go again. You fail faster. You fail better.

You get stronger. You get smarter.

And then one day…

It finally happens.

Something breaks.

You push past what you thought your limits were.

That ceiling above you?

It isn’t real.

It never was.

And you realize: it’s not that box you came in that made you…

It’s the moment you broke free of it.

 

Rise Up.

 

Street Fighter V
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Me, in a nutshell.

Grumpy Cat
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“You see, we have something that they don’t.”

“Oh sure, they have armies, and they have armadas…”

 

 

“…but we… we have…”

 

 

“Our dragons!”

 

 

Damn good movie.

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