The children, they take narcotics because you tell them not to. Any child you put in a room and and you tell them, “Don’t go through that door,” he never thought of going through that door until you told him not to go through the door. You go to high schools and you show them pills and what not to take, how else would they know what it was unless you told them?
And then you tell them what you don’t want them to do in hopes they will go out and do it. And then you can play your game with them and then you can give attention to them because you don’t give them any of your love.
You only give them frustration; you only give them anger; you only give them the bad part of you rather than give them the good part of you.
You should turn around and face your children and start following them and listening to them.
— Charles Manson, 1970
- (Source: Testimony November 19, 1970)
OK, the man is a serial killer, but he does have a point.
This guy… putting into words what many of us feel like (& in some cases, are afraid to say). (via maurodiogo)
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Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away.
You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up to all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end, or a visible finish line to those deeply in it.
Love happens; it is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain. Because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it.
What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it. Love isn’t her calming you down when you yell. It’s her yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t her or him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s right after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of both of you, and yet her or him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be okay. It’s her standing there, admitting she’s just as scared as you are.
You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life,
your heart into the palm of another’s hands and saying, here. Do what you will. Mash it into a million pieces, mash it into meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you in the first place. Just as long as you have it.
It makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a hell of a lot better, than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.
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This remarkable shot of a forked lightning bolt streaking through the sky behind the 1,063ft iron tower was captured by amateur photographer Bertrand Kulik.
The 31-year-old from Paris – which is known as the City of Light – said: ‘The weather was dry and the sky appeared to be completely clear, but suddenly it started to thunder.
‘I quickly grabbed my camera and put it on a tripod by the window in the hope I could get an action picture – but I never thought I would get such a magnificent shot.’
