And now the Inquiry...

And now the Inquiry...

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The major problem — one of the major problems, for there are several — one of the many major problems with governing people is that of whom you get to do it; or rather of who manages to get people to let them do it to them. To summarize: it is a well known fact that those people who most want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.
Chapter 28 of: The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams

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fuckyeahtattoos:

got this done when i was 15(im 17 now) only because my dad and i go diving every weekend and everytime we go i always see the same hammerhead shark. i know its him because he has a very distinctive cut on his fin and i feel like i can communicate with him. like i understand him and he understands me as i can trust him, like a brother. STOP SHARK FINNING. 

Awesome :) And amen! Can I go diving to please?

fuckyeahtattoos:

got this done when i was 15(im 17 now) only because my dad and i go diving every weekend and everytime we go i always see the same hammerhead shark. i know its him because he has a very distinctive cut on his fin and i feel like i can communicate with him. like i understand him and he understands me as i can trust him, like a brother. STOP SHARK FINNING.

Awesome :) And amen! Can I go diving to please?

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See if you can catch yourself complaining in either speech or thought, about a situation you find yourself in, what other people do or say, your surroundings, your life situation, even the weather. To complain is always nonacceptance of what is. It invariably carries an unconscious negative charge. When you complain, you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation or accept it. All else is madness.
Eckhart Tolle (via yogaprivatelessons)

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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
JRR Tolkein