This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name.
Thats mrsteveheyes to you.
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name.
Now don’t get me wrong I love what you done with the place,
I just wish you had a chance to help build it,
Instead of just moving into this home of disrepair,
And expect it to work, prosper and then share.
Constantly relying on consuming to feel content,
But only because we lost such with this home that we’ve spent,
Trillions of dollars paying for our wants and not our needs,
And now we’re growing tired of planting bleary-eyed seeds.
I need a break,
but I’d rather have a breakthrough
Oh sweet lungs don’t fail me now
You don’t need a weather man,
To know which way the wind blows.
Love, it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free.
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design, an alignment, a cry of my heart to see,
the beauty of love as it was made to be.
(via oh-sarah)
And breathing is a foreign task
And thinking’s just too much to ask
And you’re measuring your minutes by a clock that’s blinking eights.
You’ll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
When the light starts to burn
And the pain returns
I just wish that I could heal the hurt you feel tonight
