"The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven." Welcome, welcome. I'm Nicole. This Tumblr will be your very own look into the thoughts that strike me from time to time.
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I'm The Compass Rose To Your Map Or Your The Map To My Compass Rose. Either Way We're Pretty Useless
I'm the compass rose to your map or your the map to my compass rose. Either way we're pretty useless without the other; lost with no direction.
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Dance Little Liar - Arctic Monkeys
I'd rather live to the fullest for just one more day than be a mere empty existence for the rest of eternity.
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Day 3 - Racism
A concept derivative of hate which has absolutely no benefits. Not only does it kill but it leads to more negative misconceptions such as ethnocentrism which allow the world populace to be divided. It has torn the world apart with ignorance and prejudice. How does one hold so much abhorrence and hostility toward a fellow man simply by the pigmentation of their skin or the location of their birth? Of course nations have made mistake but each and every single country has contributed some degree of greatness which has allowed the world to progress. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever to justify placing oneself above another especially when it comes to race, culture, heritage, what have you.
But as time has shown, the farther a nation falls only allows it to reach new heights as it stands up once more. What is so ridiculous is that in this day and age with the amount of progress we have made we are still learning lessons we should have already learned from our past. This cycle of ignorance continues to spin as derogatory remarks are thrown at each other in everyday life like the grenades thrown at our fellow man from the trenches of the opposition - they both kill. Nothing positive ever arises from hate so rather than believe one is of lesser value we should understand the balance between humanity in order to spare lives rather than raise the fatality count of racism.
Our terrible memories, just like the oil in a lamp, are burned in order to provide a guiding light for our future.
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