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Street Tactics (1)

Modern Day Prostitution

Am I the only one that is getting tired of seeing on FB, IG, Tik Tok and all these other social media platforms nothing but sex ads to buy some modern day digital prostitutes naked pictures and or videos from OnlyFans?

Let’s be real: platforms like OnlyFans are modern-day prostitution dressed up in digital convenience. Women are selling explicit content to men they’ve never met, most of them older, perverted strangers believing they’re in control. But the truth is, they’re putting themselves in real danger, mentally and emotionally, even if it’s not physical.

They call it empowerment, but let’s not pretend it’s that simple. It’s exploitation disguised as an opportunity. These women are giving intimate access to their bodies for a monthly fee, often to survive financially, not because they’re building toward a future. And when you strip it down, it’s the same transaction that’s been going on for centuries just with a smartphone instead of a street corner.

The harsh reality? There’s no long-term payoff. Your body will give out. Someone younger, more attractive, and more willing will always be ready to replace you. What happens then? You’re left with no real skills, a trail of explicit content you can’t erase, and a society that’s quick to shame the very people it profits off.

There’s no retirement plan in sex work. No safety net. Just a temporary spotlight, and when it fades, so does the money, the attention, and the false sense of power.

And while we can criticize the women making these choices, we also need to look deeper. Why is this even such a viable option? Because too many people, especially women are boxed into a system where their value is tied to their looks, their sex appeal, and their willingness to sell both.

We should be asking: What kind of society have we created where this feels like the best option for so many? Whatever happened to human connection?

Reading Rainbow

📚 "Take a look, it's in a book..."

I grew up on Reading Rainbow.

The younger generation knows nothing about it except for they are out here flexin’ ignorance like it’s a damn badge of honor. Meanwhile, I was raised by LeVar Burton to use my mind and not just my thumbs.

Today’s generation avoids books like they owe ‘em money. They skim captions but can’t comprehend consequences. You got access to the whole world in your pocket and are still stuck in the comments section.

Some of us read for fun. Some of us read for survival. And some of us? We read people like books—and most of y’all are paper-thin.

🦋 “I can go anywhere...” — but only if you learned how to fucking read.

Growth

If you are still the same person you were 5, 10, 15 years ago—thinking the same way, reacting the same way, moving through life with the same lens then you haven’t just stood still… you’ve wasted time pretending it doesn’t shape you.

Life is supposed to change us. Pain is supposed to teach. Failure is supposed to refine. Every year you should peel something away or add something deeper. If you didn't grow in the time passed and you feel untouched by it, then you’ve either been asleep at the wheel, or too afraid to confront the mirror when it started showing something uncomfortable.

Growth doesn’t always come with applause. Sometimes it comes in silence, in dark nights, in choices nobody understands but you. But if you’ve lived 5, 10, 15 years and stayed the same, you didn’t survive the time you hid from it. Personally I’d rather be bruised by growth than embalmed by stagnation.

Peace Is A Choice. Not A Weakness.

I used to live with my fists first. I was the cannon everyone feared because when I went off, there was no cleanup—just wreckage. I hurt people. Badly. And I never flinched when I did. But over time, I chose peace. Not because I got soft, not because I lost my edge—but because I finally understood the damage I could do. The chaos I carried didn’t go away… I just learned how to chain it down.

But don’t mistake calm for incapable. I don’t like to fight—not because I’m afraid to lose, but because I know I can’t. There’s no competition when you’ve been bred in violence and trained by pain. I found peace in the aftermath, but if you force my hand, I will bring the anarchy right back. And when I do, I don't come to play—I come to finish.

Crazy Memories

Me and a friend were just having a conversation about Chris and Chuck and he reminded me of the incident that happened in my room on Somerset Street one Monday night that is so vividly remembered by me that I'm going to share. 

We called it the Icebox. My bedroom. I ran the A/C like it was keeping secrets frozen. Summer, winter, spring, fall—didn’t matter. You could see your breath in there while the block boiled in its own sweat.

One Monday night, me, Chris, and Chuck were watching Raw—Triple H just hit Benoit with the pedigree, and I swear that moment was seared into my brain forever, not because of the move, but what followed.

Chris, for whatever dumb reason, had his gun out. Just messing with the hammer. Laughing. All of a sudden—

BOOM.

He shot himself in the damn foot.

I jumped like I'd just been sniped, patting myself down like I expected to find a bullet hole. Chuck had black powder on his face like he just got hit with a Looney Tunes trap. He ran. I mean bolted out of the Icebox.

My dad caught him in the hallway—“What the hell happened?” I’m like, “I’m cool, but Chris got a new breathing hole in his foot.” Meanwhile, Chris is screaming “Oh my God!” like a scratched record.

And the craziest part? My mom was in the next room and didn’t hear a damn thing. God damn I miss them two bastards.

JUDEN

The Jump I Didn’t Take

The air was sharp and white, snow blanketing the world like silence that hadn't melted yet. I was standing on a rooftop—flat, industrial, movie-set style. Below, a fresh pile of powder looked soft enough to catch a body. Maybe.

There were voices. A camera crew. A group of girls watching from the side. It felt like a dare, or a challenge. Or maybe just one of those moments where the world holds its breath to see who you really are.

Someone behind me was hyping me up. "Yo, just jump! It ain’t that high. Looks soft!" But my feet? They weren’t moving. And in the dream, time wasn’t fixed—it was on a loop, waiting for me to make a different choice. I could feel it. I wasn’t just up there—I was somewhere between the now and all the what-could’ve-beens.

I looked down again. Snow looked soft. But I’ve landed in soft things that still broke me before.

Then he came—my boy. Loud. Laughing. Calling me slow. “You’re takin’ too long, bro.” He ran past and took the leap I wouldn’t. Midair for a second, then crack—his leg folded in a way that wasn’t meant to happen. He screamed. I didn’t move.

 

In this life, I would’ve jumped without thinking. That was the old me. Prove it or die tryin’. But in the dream? I stood still.

Didn’t matter if it impressed anybody. Didn’t matter if they clowned me. I wasn’t risking everything to look fearless anymore.

I woke up sweating like I’d actually hit the ground. But I hadn’t. Because for once—I didn’t jump. And maybe that’s why I’m still here.

Chris Haley

Today would have been your 43rd birthday. And it's Father's Day too - a double hit. You BAMF; you weren't just my friend, you were my brother since we were 5 years old. The real ones know what that name stands for, and you definitely lived up to every part of it. You showed me love at a time when I didn't even care if I lived or died. I still remember them words that made me look at life a lot differently, you said to me "I know you don't believe in yourself right now, but I believe in you". That hit me in such a way that I stopped being the grown ass man child I forever was and turned shit around. It continues to stay with me. I miss you every single day, bro. Happy Heavenly Birthday. Happy Father's Day. I hope you're feeling the love up there. Amore sempre. This picture was taken a few days before that I wish I could forget day.

Fathers Day

I don’t blast my kid all over the internet, but today I gotta speak from the heart. Destiny Marie if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here writing this. I wouldn’t be locked up either… ‘cause the truth is, nobody can cage me. I’d be dead. 💯!!

You didn’t just give me a reason to change you gave me a reason to stay alive. A heartbeat with a name. My purpose in a little pair of shoes.

Happy Father’s Day to every man who stepped up, and every woman who had to play both roles. To the ones who found their why in their child, tanto amore per te. #FathersDay

Kensington

Know vs No Updated

Know LOVE 💜 † NO loneliness 🥺

Embody love and compassion, rather than loneliness and isolation.

Know JOY 😊 † NO sadness 😢 

Choose joy and happiness, rather than sadness and despair.

Know LIGHT 💡 † NO darkness ⚫

Seek light and understanding, rather than darkness and ignorance.

Know WHOLENESS 👌🏻 † NO emptiness 😔

Cultivate wholeness and integration, rather than emptiness and disconnection.

Know NOW 🔮 † NO past 😥

Live in the present moment, rather than dwelling on the past.

Know TRUTH 😊 † NO lies 🚫

Embrace truth and authenticity, rather than lies and deception.

Know STRENGTH 💪🏻 † NO weakness 😦

Develop inner strength and resilience, rather than weakness and vulnerability.

Know 🇮🇹 SELF 🇷🇺 † NO other 🖕🏻

Focus on self-awareness and personal growth, rather than seeking external validation.

🤔

It's funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is so different.

Hey You

NO MORE CHAINS

Brokeback Billionaires

DARK

LOVE THE WAY YOU HATE ME

DMD BETWEEN

INTRODUCTION: I was born in Italy by accident, survived Kensington by luck, and became “In Between” by choice.

My name is Donald Miykhoel Di Giacomo—but everyone calls me Donny. I was born on April 9, 1982, in Luzzi, Calabria, Italy. The story behind my birth is this: my parents had flown to Italy for Christmas in 1981 to visit my father’s grandparents, especially my Nana. My mother was five and a half months pregnant with me at the time. Back then, international air travel was more lenient. What was meant to be a short trip turned into a long stay when Nana’s health declined. By the time things stabilized, my mother was nearly eight months pregnant and couldn’t fly. So Italy became my unexpected birthplace.

I’m a chef by trade—but that’s only one slice of who I am. I’ve got a soft spot for classic gangster flicks, and old cinema especially from the Golden Age of Hollywood (1930-1949). I collect toy cars the way some people collect memories—because, for me, they are memories. I’m an Aries through and through: bold, stubborn, and honest to a fault.

But above all, I’m a father. My oldest daughter, Mearea, is 23. I wasn’t there the way I should’ve been when she was young—selfishness kept me away—but I've come to know her now, and that means everything. My youngest, Destiny Marie, is 7. She’s a spark of light in a world that tested me over and over and at one point I thought was nothing but darkness. They are my anchors—my heartbeats.

I grew up in Kensington—one of the toughest neighborhoods not only in the city of Philadelphia but of that in the United States. By 17, I had already been shot three times and grazed a few more. I’ve survived two brutal motorcycle crashes—one that sent me flying, and one that left me bleeding in the street. I’ve been stabbed in the face with an ice pick. I’ve overdosed more times than I care to admit. I’ve walked through the chaos of addiction, violence, and street life and I survived. 

I lost my mother on December 31st, 2010. I lost my father on September 5th, 2019. I’ve faced enough drama and darkness to drown ten lives. And even though the world doesn’t owe me a damn thing (except maybe an apology for the bullshit), I’m still here. And I’m grateful. Because everything—the pain, the loss, the chaos—taught me something. It didn’t just break me down; it built me into the man that I am today. 

What I’ve learned from my trials and tribulations is when I was shot, it taught me to never ignore my surroundings. When I was stabbed it taught me to always stay aware. Overdosing taught me that drugs are just a slow fade into nothing. The motorcycle crashes taught me to take life one curve at a time. Losing my parents taught me that time isn’t promised and to love and appreciate those while you still can.

But I wasn’t always the man I am now. I was a shy kid once. That didn’t last long. I grew arrogant and reckless. I thought the world owed me something. I pretended to be something that I wasn’t. I craved approval, wore masks, and hid behind a false image—because I didn’t know how to love myself. I wanted to be seen, but I was afraid to be known.

Truth is, I’ve always been someone with a big heart. I feel deeply, I love fiercely, and for those that I consider to be friends I'll do anything for without question. Loyalty means everything to me. 

I'm just at a stage of my life where I appreciate every battle I’ve survived. I don’t try and hide or run from my past. I don’t glamorize it but I I'm not ashamed. It shaped me, but it doesn’t define me.

What defines me is what I self proclaim myself to be and that is an In Between. Not quite an angel. Not quite a devil. Somewhere between Heaven and Hell. I’ve brought a little hell into the world, sure. But I’ve learned how to offer a little heaven, too. Life taught me that duality is survival. That balance is power. I can move in crowds or walk alone. I enjoy people, but I don’t need them. I know who I am. And more importantly—I’ve made peace with it.

No Respect

 

Muhammad Ali Quote

Graphic DMD

Siranni

16 BALLS

Lick It

Drearydelphia

E A G L E S

Pretty Much

Luna Loaded with Egg

No Respect

 

SERIOUSLY

Colette (NEW Victim)

Thomas Jefferson

The Memories

Sad Truth

Unfortunately, there comes a point in life where you have to evaluate certain aspects of people's characteristics and cut ties with those who refuse to grow, even ones you've known for over 30 years. Another year older and another year the same; if you're not about growth and bettering yourself, I just can't fuck with you.

M&P15

ECHOES IN THE NIGHT

Love's fleeting whispers, a siren's call lures me in, only to leave me to fall into the shadows, where darkness resides a place I've grown accustomed to, where heartache abides.

In moonlit nights, I search for a ghost a fleeting dream, a love that's lost the city's whispers, a melancholy hue a reflection of my heart, forever true.

I've danced with solitude, a waltz so fine a partner that understands my every line no tender touch, no loving gaze just the echoes of a love that's gone astray. 

In this desolate landscape, I find my home a place where love's illusion is forever unknown I'll wander, lost, in this endless night a soul forsaken, without love's light

That's Right Pizan

AND EVERYBODY THAT LOOKS LIKE YOU!

What A View I Have

Janai

THE WEIGHT OF THE THREAD

In shadows deep, where worries reside, a life of struggle, nowhere to hide. Each week a battle, a weary fight, surviving the darkness, longing for light.

Paycheck to paycheck, a fragile thread, a constant tension, a heart filled with dread. Will bills be covered? Will hunger cease? Uncertainty lingers, stealing all peace.

The future unknown, a veiled abyss, each step uncertain, a hesitant kiss of hope that flickers, then fades away, leaving behind a more somber gray.

Dreams lie dormant, ambitions suppressed, beneath the weight of constant duress. The spirit yearns for a brighter dawn, but the darkness lingers, relentlessly drawn.

A silent scream in the dead of night, a desperate plea for a guiding light. To break these chains, to rise above, and taste the freedom of a life filled with love, not just survival, but purpose and grace, to find a safe harbor, a comforting space.

☝🏻

When it comes to people's passings I normally don't write anything about them especially when it comes to celebrities but this man right here had a profound impact on my childhood. My first ECW show was April 25th 1995 at 13yo and went to every show at the ECW arena from that point on & never missed. From the first time I saw Sabu he became one of my favorites. His feud with Taz was peak storytelling for ECW and was just WOW! Forever the TRUE hardcore icon. The homicidal, the suicidal, the genocidal #RIPSabu

Happy Mother's Day

THE SEPULCHER OF SELF

In chambers vast, where shadows crawl, a sepulcher, my heart's dark hall. Each echoing beat, a mournful chime, marking the slow, decay of time.

No living soul dares venture near, this fortress built of doubt and fear. The gargoyles weep, a silent dread, for the pale ghost, within it, dead.

A tapestry of cobwebbed dreams, where fractured moonlight faintly gleams. Upon a throne of bone I sit, a monarch crowned by what I quit.

The ravens call, a somber choir, their voices rise, then fade, expire. A macabre dance, the dust motes spin, a lonely waltz, where life has been.

And in the depths, a chilling sound, the turning earth, in endless round. A cosmic ache, a silent scream, the universe, a lonely dream.

Is there an end to this despair? A light to pierce the stagnant air? Or am I bound, forevermore, to haunt this self, and bolted door?

Influencer

About 15 years ago if someone was called an "influencer," it often implied a negative manipulation or control over others, perhaps in a secretive or even slightly sinister way. It suggested someone was pulling strings behind the scenes.

Now, the term is almost entirely associated with social media personalities who build an audience and then leverage that platform to promote products, services, prostitution through only fans, or lame scam ideas. It's become a mainstream career path, and "influencer marketing" is a significant part of exploitation and advertising strategies.

THE WIDENING HORIZON

A curious climb, a mental steep ascent, where understanding's light is keenly lent. Yet as the vista broadens to the eye, a boundless dark begins to amplify.

For knowledge is a paradox, a twist, the deeper draught, the greater feels the thirst. Each fact attained, a newly opened door, revealing halls unseen, and many more.

The scholar pores, through volumes late and long, and masters truths that once felt vast and strong. But in that mastery, a whisper sighs, of oceans yet uncharted in the skies of what remains unknown, a shadowed sea, where endless questions beckon to be free. 

So wisdom's peak, though hard and high it seems, but shows the grandeur of our waking dreams, and in that seeing, clear and sharp and bright, the vastness of our own unyielding night.

The more we grasp, the more we comprehend, the endless realms where knowledge has no end.

Hi Stella

CRIMSON CHAINS & WICKED GRACE

My crimson queen, with chains that gleam, a heart of thunder, a wicked dream. Your leather screams, a second skin, where shadows dance and lusts begin.

The stage your altar, bathed in red, your voice, a venom in my head. Each piercing glance, a burning brand, a dark desire I understand.

Your fingers fly, a wicked grace, across the strings, a wild embrace. The bassline throbs, a primal beat, our bodies pulse, a carnal heat.

Beneath the lights, a sweaty sheen, a savage hunger, raw and keen. Your smoky breath upon my face, a promise whispered in this place.

This brutal beauty, sharp and cold, a story in your eyes unfolds. Of shattered saints and fallen skies, reflected in your hungry eyes.

So let the feedback howl and tear, as tangled limbs confess our prayer. My metal mistress, dark and deep, into your wicked arms, I sleep.

420

Rooster Heil

 

Improve The Mind

 

Bill of Rights

1. Freedom of religion, speech, the press, assembly, and to petition the government.

2. The right of the people to keep and bear arms in order to maintain a well-regulated militia.

3. No soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

4. The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

5. No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.

6. In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.

7. In Suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise re-examined in any Court of the United States, than according to the rules of the common law.

8. Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.

9. The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

10. The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.

DMD GTA Cover Art

SHADOWED TRUTHS

A shadowed path, where hope departs, no dream remains in weary hearts. Illusions fade, no solace near, self is all, dispelling cheer.

Truth unveiled, a stark display, more than all they seek astray. A phantom lack, a hollow plea, on bodies bound, they cannot flee.

Aimless wander, blind pursuit, of wholeness sought, a barren fruit. Believing lies, their spirits weep, lost in the self, where shadows sleep.

THE QUIET ONE

A surface smooth, where calm resides, a gentle hand, where kindness guides. Avoiding strife, a peaceful plea, yet mark them well, what do they see?

Each glance observed, each subtle shade, no detail lost, no move unmade. They hold their tongue, a conscious keep, for unleashed words can wound so deep.

Tactical restraint, a careful art, emotions banked within the heart. The storm within, though held so tight, will break one day with fearsome might.

The spark that sets the fury free, will face the blaze, inevitably. Mistake not silence for the frail, behind the smile, a hidden gale.

A wellspring deep, you cannot know, the force contained, the seeds they sow. So tread with care, and learn this truth, the calmest souls hold the fiercest youth of feeling, held in patient sway, until the dam gives way one day.

Turning 43

Forty-three spins around the sun, another orbit now complete, begun.

The twenties blur, a hazy, distant shore, the thirties rushed, demanding evermore.

I trace the lines etched lightly near my eyes, each crinkle whispers of forgotten skies, of laughter shared and tears that softly fell, of youthful dreams I knew and knew so well.

The present hums, a different melody, a quieter strength, a calmer clarity. The frantic pace has eased, a steadier beat, the garden grown, the harvest bittersweet.

I look around at what I've built and hold, the stories etched in silver and in gold. The faces loved, the hands that intertwine, a tapestry of moments, truly mine.

But future paths still lie in shadowed mist, uncertain steps on a horizon kissed with questions whispered on the evening breeze, of what will bloom among the aging trees.

Will wisdom deepen, will new joys ignite? Or will the fading of the day bring night? No crystal ball reveals what lies ahead, just present breath and thoughts within my head.

So forty-three arrives, a gentle pause, between what was and what the future draws. I stand here now, with memories as a guide, and step ahead, where new tomorrows hide.

Miranda

 

Viki

Life Hack #1

If you ever have to drive with something sketchy, put it in a box and slap your own address on it and pretend it's mail, because by law, the cops can't search your mail, thanks to Title 18, Chapter 83 of the U.S. Code

THE LINGERING DARK

The shadows lengthen, years a creeping stain, where laughter echoed, now a hollow rain. Fallen leaves, like memories, twist and turn, a bitter harvest, lessons left to burn.

The air is thick with ghosts of whispered names, a chilling silence, fueling phantom flames. They walk beside me, though their forms are gone, their vacant eyes, reflecting the setting sun.

Each passing year, a blade that twists and bites, the phantom touch, in cold and endless nights. The world moves on, oblivious and blind, while fractured echoes linger in my mind.

No gentle solace, no sweet, soothing lie, just empty spaces where their spirits die. And in the darkness, where my soul is torn, I find their absence, freshly, every morn.

Him, Him, Her, She, They

Unreliable

Goodbye 👋

 

THE LION'S YEAR

A year of roar, a golden blaze, where sun-drenched plains ignite my days. No timid squeak, no shadowed fear, but kingly stride and piercing spear.

Let thunder shake the savanna's floor, let every creature know my power's core. One mighty leap, one savage grace, a legend etched upon this place.

No gentle nibble, no cautious tread, but a crimson feast where fear has fled. A burning mane, a hunter's eye, beneath the vast and endless sky.

Then let the darkness claim its due, my fleeting reign, forever true. For in that year, I lived so vast, a lion's heart, till shadows cast.

GILDED SOLITUDE

A gilded cage, another year, the phantom echoes, none draw near. Champagne's sharp scent, a hollow grace, reflects the lines upon my face.

Silk ribbons bind a frosted cake, each candle's flame, a heart's cold ache. The whispered songs, a phantom choir, ignite a soul's internal fire.

A tapestry of moments past, where joy and laughter could not last. The gilded cards, a cruel facade, concealing where true warmth has flawed.

The crystal glass, a lonely gleam, a silent toast, a broken dream. The velvet drapes, a somber hue, where solitude's dark shadows grew.

A whispered wish, a silent plea, for company, just once, for me. The night descends, a starless void, where birthday's hollow joy's destroyed.

SCREENS AND SILENCE

The fire's glow, a whispered tale, now flickers on a plastic veil. A hand that held, now swipes and taps, lost in digital, coded traps.

The rustling leaves, a gentle breeze, are drowned by tiny, buzzing pleas. A shared glance, a knowing smile, replaced by pixels, mile on mile.

The scent of rain, the earth's soft sigh, unheard beneath a digital sky. We chase the fleeting, virtual grace, and lose the real, in time and space.

Creator

 

THE ENERGY OF I

From stardust spun, a slowed and vibrant hum, all matter's dance, where energies become. One mind we share, a cosmic, dreaming sea, experiencing self, eternally.

No final breath, no darkness to embrace, but waking dreams, in time and shifting space. A life we weave, with thoughts and visions bright, our own creation, in the endless light.

Just Say NO!

This is why you shouldn't do drugs, it could possibly have you out there at 4:00 in the fucking morning like some crazy evangelist, God blessing America like this crazy bitch this morning.

Assolutamente

Non lasciare che le aspettative e le opinioni degli altri influenzino le tue decisioni. È la tua vita, non la loro. Fai ciò che più ti interessa; fai ciò che ti fa sentire vivo e felice. Non lasciare che le aspettative e le idee degli altri limitino chi sei. Se lasci che gli altri ti dicano chi sei, stai vivendo la loro realtà, non la tua. C'è di più nella vita che compiacere le persone. C'è molto di più nella vita che seguire il percorso prescritto dagli altri. C'è molto di più nella vita di ciò che stai vivendo in questo momento. Devi decidere chi sei per te stesso. Diventa un essere completo. Avventura.

Soap Opera History (IDK Why!)

REST IN TV HISTORY PEACE:

Guiding Light (72 years)

Network: CBS

Started: 1952 (It began as a radio show in 1937)

Ended: September 18, 2009

As The World Turns (54 years)

Network: CBS

Started: April 2, 1956

Ended: September 17, 2010

 

One Life To Live (44 years)

Network: ABC

Started: July 15, 1968

Ended: January 13, 2012

All My Children (41 years)

Network: ABC

Started: January 5, 1970

Ended: September 23, 2011

STILL GOING:

General Hospital (62 years)

Network: ABC

Started: April 1, 1963

The Young And The Restless (52 years)

Network: CBS

Started: March 26, 1973

The Bold And The Beautiful (38 years)

Network: CBS

Started: March 23, 1987

DESOLATE EXISTENCE

Cracked phone screen, a spiderweb of light, another empty room, another endless night. Band tee stretched thin, a faded, worn-out gray, like the colors of my world, slowly fading away.

Guitar strings hum, a low and mournful drone, a melody of silence, in this house I call my own. Black converse scuffed, a testament to miles, walked alone in shadows, hiding broken smiles.

Rain streaks the window, a blurry, gray cascade, mirroring the tears, that I've long since learned to trade. For hollow echoes, in this concrete, empty shell, where loneliness resides, a story I know too well.

Hoodie pulled tight, against the bitter chill, a desperate attempt, to make this emptiness stand still. But the silence screams, a deafening, hollow sound, in this desolate existence, where I'm forever bound.

6 Faggots

Fate vs Destiny

FATE:

Fate refers to a predetermined course of events that are beyond an individual's control. It implies a sense of inevitability, as if the outcome is already set in motion and cannot be changed. Fate is often associated with a sense of resignation or powerlessness. A random or arbitrary sequence of events. Resignation. A lack of control.

DESTINY:

Destiny, on the other hand, implies a sense of purpose or direction that is unique to an individual. It suggests that a person has a specific role or path to follow in life, and that they have the power to shape their own destiny through their choices and actions. Destiny is often associated with a sense of hope, purpose, and personal responsibility. Power to shape own path. Purpose, direction. Choice.

I Believe 👏👏

 

Home Sweet Home (Milroy, PA)