I am a New Zealand artist/photographer/crafter who is currently starting out and trying to find my place in the world.
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I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everyone.
O Brother, where have you been?
From within me it comes like a murderous villain, obnoxious and loud with the buzz of a kill, both eager and anxious to the point of distention that he might soak his jowls with the thrill of another of those distasteful dissociations of limb and life, of pain and strife.
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Please help me.
Can’t believe how incredibly dumb I can be. Who am I living for? I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. My morals, my standards, rotten right to the core. I need guidance, because, me, I’m just not cutting it anymore. Maybe this is the purpose behind the whole thing; to point me to you. All i know is I’m yours now, Lord. Show me what you’d have me do. because that’s the only way I know to ensure that I don’t hurt anyone anymore, including myself. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done, and I ask for forgiveness. I just want a life with meaning. One that I won’t screw up. Please let that be you. Please help me. I don’t know where else to go.
Sili Muli men from the Enga Province. The wig hats are made of their own hair. They also enjoy Coca-Cola products very much.
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Guitar, A Healing Instrument
And just like before ill play until my fingers bleed and my heart doesn’t. I swear if it weren’t for you i wouldn’t be as good at guitar as i am. You say your proud of my talents and that i should be too well you should be proud you helped create them every time i wanted to be with you and you ignored me i practiced. evrytime you hurt my feelings i practiced. I practiced. I practiced. I Practiced Untill i couldn remember what made me want to practice anymore and now youve replaced me well guess what, I’ll practice. Maybe ill be famous one day and youll want me back, but who gives a care I’m just that guy you care too much about to be with…
