In Memory Of AnfauglirXjawsofthirst
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing"s.”
I am AnfauglirX jawsofthirst ,
I will begin with one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies' American History X . I then will end with My favorite quotes.
Here is my beginning :
So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time If you're going to quote then steal from the best and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. 'We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.'
I am a lover and a fighter , I am private . I have many passions and website is not at all one of them. I am of a wolf's spirit , . I am complicated but simple . I have lived centuries ago , I have a very old soul .
I rate most a ten I don't care if you have anything on your page , If it makes you happy the way it is then you deserve a 10. If you have your tits , ass, anything sexual on your page I will rate you low. there is a time and place for everything not on a website. I will add you favor you only if you do so first.
I can tolerate Interesting people who can hold a conversation. I love Music of all genres and styles. I enjoy anything that can keep my mind occupied keep me from being bored, I am in love with one person for the rest of my life , I love poetry Pablo Neruba and Anais Nin are my favorite poet's. I could list my sexual desires and fantasies but I wont , I will tell you I am a masochist , I enjoy sexual pain from a female, thats all I will say . I am a very private person , I may or not not share my life with you most likely not . I am not interested in meeting anyone ,
I totally hate judgmental people, plastic people who has no idea who they are the ones who think the world is nothing but material things.
I hate people who destroy nature , harm animals that means killing them for trophies .
I will like you or hate you from the first time I meet you. I can see straight through a persons soul.
I hate drama and I hate people who cause others grief because they think they are kings and queens of a goddamn website . Get over yourself . You're the same pathetic fucker that you look at in the mirror every night. Get a life or a coffin.
I do not want to share my soul to you so do not ask me questions , this is a website not share your life . Most people are not real inside or out. So take your nosy questions else where .
Music well I love most all music , I am not much for country but there's a few with wonderful lyrics.
Idiotic people who can't accept others for who they are, people who would rather complain then do something to change what it bothering them. Liars cheats and thieves, not to mention those who hurt others for no reason.
There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel :
like a wreck we die to the very core,
as if drowning at the heart
or collapsing inwards from skin to soul.
There are corpses,
clammy slabs for feet,
there is death in the bones,
like a pure sound,
a bark without its dog,
out of certain bells, certain tombs
swelling in this humidity like lament or rain.
I see, when alone at times,
coffins under sail
setting out with the pale dead, women in their dead braids,
bakers as white as angels,
thoughtful girls married to notaries,
coffins ascending the vertical river of the dead,
the wine-dark river to its source,
with their sails swollen with the sound of death,
filled with the silent noise of death.
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
NAY, do not dream, designer dark,
Thou hast portray'd or hit thy theme entire:
I, hoverer of late by this dark valley, by its confines, having glimpses of it,
Here enter lists with thee, claiming my right to make a symbol too.
For I have seen many wounded soldiers die,
After dread suffering—have seen their lives pass off with smiles;
And I have watch'd the death-hours of the old; and seen the infant die;
The rich, with all his nurses and his doctors;
And then the poor, in meagreness and poverty;
And I myself for long, O Death, have breathed my every breath
Amid the nearness and the silent thought of thee.
I will close with a couple of my favorite quotes :
“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
― Kahlil Gibran
“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”
― Mark Twain
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that they mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. ~~~Margret Mitchell
I once believed in love but found out it's merely an emotion nothing more. Never give your heart to anyone , certainly not to the point you give them your soul . When you give your heart beware it has a huge hurtful price tag attached to it
“Good Morning, on July 7
My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved I can only live wholly with you or not at all-
Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together. Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
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