“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”—Nelson Mandela, 1918-2013 (via jamescook)
I was talking to so much shit, and I got pretty pissed off towards the end of the night (next morning) but it was a super cool night. My toe is pissing with blood and there is a chunk out of my shin, which isn’t the best.
Ow man, I’m having one of those awful nights where everything just seems fucking awful and I just despise people. Murder is THE FUCKING WORST CRIME in my eyes, and I don’t see how it can be glorified in the slightest.
It even makes me feel queasy when I see people with banners standing outside the prisons of people who face an unavoidable death. Seriously, how can we fucking glorify death? How can we take fucking pleasure in the loss of life of another human being?!
It really fucking sickens me, and I would never ever wish death upon another (even the worst kind of) person because it is truly the worst thing that can happen.
Capital punishment is fucking ridiculous aswell: “I’m going to kill you to prove to people that killing is wrong” — fucking think about it FFS!
I was talking to my dad the other day and this is what I said:
"If there was a genuine WW3, I can categorically say that I would refuse to go, because I know that I would never ever point a gun at a fellow human being and pull the trigger knowing that I was the cause of the end of their life" — he seemed quite proud of me, and that makes me really happy.
I’m going on a massive, alcohol-induced rant, that deserves no attention but I just can’t help but feel that we are a fucking ridiculous species who only care about ourselves - and it sickens me.
Another fucking frustrating night in which I was the cunt in charge of looking after everyone else and spent a ridiculous amount of £££ making sure that everyone got home. It’s not even about the money (it’s merely superficial to me because I simply don’t care about it), it’s more about the fact that no-one seems to care that I was the one who calmed people down, I was the one who got people in a taxi, and I was the one who stopped people from getting fucking punched.
Tonight has only served in making me wonder why the fuck I fucking care about people. They should look out for them-fucking-selves grrrrrrrrrrr