How serenity, anxiety, confidence, fear, paint the heavens for us.
See what a life the gods have given us, set round with pain and pleasure. It is too strange for sorrow! it is too strange for joy. One while it looks as shallow, though as intricate as a Cretan labyrinth, and again it is a pathless depth.
Nature refuses to symphathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances, against it. She has beveled the marins of the eyelids that the tears may not overflow on the cheek.
Thoreau.
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I'm officially homeless again. my friend is going to let me stay here for a couple of days while I find something.
I'm going to look for a local shelter.
See what a life the gods have given us, set round with pain and pleasure. It is too strange for sorrow! it is too strange for joy. One while it looks as shallow, though as intricate as a Cretan labyrinth, and again it is a pathless depth.
Nature refuses to symphathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances, against it. She has beveled the marins of the eyelids that the tears may not overflow on the cheek.
Thoreau.
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I'm officially homeless again. my friend is going to let me stay here for a couple of days while I find something.
I'm going to look for a local shelter.
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darkangelion:
hello! long time no talk 
ghostina:
let me know if i can help!