Who wants to bet the reason that Sophia and Lulu are so tired is they're up all night getting dicked by Chads?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2796517&forum_id=2#27223805)

https://carolynthomas.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/amy-chua-lulu-sophia.jpg

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2796517&forum_id=2#27223874)

coincidentally also every xoxo TPDs dream, lol

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2796517&forum_id=2#27223895)

LOL

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2796517&forum_id=2#27730740)

Music is, and always will be, a central part of my life. From playing Christian hymns in nursing homes to learning Hindi Bollywood hits from Indian school children, music helps me connect with people with whom I might not otherwise find common ground. Even when I was most serious about piano, I never limited my listening to one genre of music. The more you listen, the more inspiration you get. I’ve gone through many music phases in my life (I’m looking at you, Dubstep), but there are some sounds I keep coming back to. The Who, The Doors, The Clash, St. Vincent, and Ben Folds are my eternal favorites. Plan B’s The Defamation of Strickland Banks is probably my favorite album from my lifetime. Nirvana’s Nevermind predated me by one year, but that’s right up there as well. I’m also unashamed to love country music – Darius Rucker, Kacey Musgraves, Little Big Town, and Blackberry Smoke are topping on my playlists right now. The first concert I ever saw was K’naan, so he also holds a special place in my heart. I’ve never heard a Daft Punk track I didn’t like. There are only two pieces of music that make me cry on cue. Those are “Three Wooden Crosses” by Randy Travis, and Beethoven’s Ninth. "

zzzzzzzzzzzz

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2796517&forum_id=2#27730759)

1.08.2014

flame, past tense

It is not for the sake of worlds, my beloved, that worlds are loved, but for one's own sake that they are loved. It is not for the sake of gods, my beloved, that gods are loved, but for one’s own sake that they are loved. It is not for the sake of beings, my beloved, that beings are loved, but for one's own sake that they are loved.

When you were here, I knew that I was real. I had your warmth on my back, the sinew and callus of your hand in mine. Amamus ergo sum. Today I fled you, into my park of ice and concrete and green rivers. But you were there, and I was not there.

The eye is burning, forms are burning, perception is burning, also whatever is felt as pleasant or painful or neither-painful-nor-pleasant that arises with perception, that too is burning. Burning with what? Burning with the fire of lust, with the fire of hate, with the fire of delusion.

I have no fire. They bring spices and wine to warm me, but I feel nothing. The words on a page should stir me, but I understand nothing. I watched for you to turn around and come back to me, but I knew I would see nothing. I saw nothing.

Flame has color. I liked it better when the world was burning.

There are only wishes: I wish we’d gone, I wish I’d known, I wish we hadn’t, I wish I’d given. I wish we had just one more day, to do and say it all. Amice, ave atque vale. But to what end? I saw the future on crisp printer paper. I always thought we’d hold a match to the corner, and watch it all go down in flames together. But you tenderly held the corner in the green river, and now (that you are gone, and perhaps I am here again) I wait and watch, hour by hour, as the water creeps up the page. Now the words are blurred. Later I will try to remember what they said. Tomorrow there will be nothing but wet, white printer paper, and it will come apart in my hands.

I am that I am, you are that you are, we were not that we had been. Every day with you was red, orange, gold, white and blue. Remember me in color. Remember me with fire. Remember me.

Cited, in order: Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, II.iv.5; The Buddha's Fire Sermon; as well as three distortions of well-known texts. First person who identifies them wins the prize of making me smile.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2796517&forum_id=2#27730979)

https://thenypost.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/sophia_chua-300x450.jpg

and azn slutty eyes

http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/2272040/600full-sophia-chua-rubenfeld.jpg

AND a tramp-stamp

http://thumbnails.thecrimson.com.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/2014/12/02/233437_1302436.jpg.530x530_q95_crop-smart_upscale.jpg

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2796517&forum_id=2#27730761)