Tama, 1x1 picture kinokopya ko e. Haha. #sketch #pencil
Crap. #depressed #eye #sketch
Srsly, my niece asked me to read all of these aloud. Now, I don’t have voice for certification tomo. :) #Dora
Why you gotta be so rude? Don’t you know I’m human too?
Don’t worry it’s either your camera has a low quality or it’s because you are ugly.
For some reason I don’t understand humans. Maybe I’m not one of them at all.
You know the feeling when you’re tired laying down on your bed? You tried to get up and then after a minute there’s like a magnetic pull forcing you to slump down again.
There’s a lot of things kept inside me. Maybe that’s the reason why I’m not much of a talker. Because the truth is, I don’t know where to start. It’s like a balloon waiting to be filled with air until it can’t hold the push of it anymore. Maybe there will come a time where everything will spill out before their faces and hear everything I’ve been dying to say.
Supposing there was no intelligence behind the universe, no creative mind. In that case, nobody designed my brain for the purpose of thinking. It is merely that when the atoms inside my skull happen, for physical or chemical reasons, to arrange themselves in a certain way, this gives me, as a by-product, the sensation I call thought. But, if so, how can I trust my own thinking to be true? It’s like upsetting a milk jug and hoping that the way it splashes itself will give you a map of London. But if I can’t trust my own thinking, of course I can’t trust the arguments leading to Atheism, and therefore have no reason to be an Atheist, or anything else. Unless I believe in God, I cannot believe in thought: so I can never use thought to disbelieve in God.
Waiting for something magical to happen.