awesome.
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Light My Fire by The Doors
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn’t get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn’t get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Wreck of the Day by Anna Nalik
Driving away from the wreck of the day
And the light’s always red in the rear-view
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I’d cheat destiny just to be near you
If this is giving up, then I’m giving up
If this is giving up, then I’m giving up, giving up
On love, On love
Driving away from the wreck of the day
And I’m thinking ‘bout calling on Jesus
‘Cause love doesn’t hurt so I know I’m not falling in love
I’m just falling to pieces
And if this is giving up then I’m giving up
If this is giving up then I’m giving up, giving up
On love, On love
And maybe I’m not up for being a victim of love
When all my resistance will never be distance enough
Driving away from the wreck of the day
And it’s finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I’m giving up
If this is giving up, then I’m giving up, giving up
On love, On love
It’s Been Awhile by Staind
It’s been a while
Since I could hold my head up high
and it’s been a while
Since I first saw you
It’s been a while
since i could stand on my own two feet again
and it’s been a while
since i could call you
But everything I can’t remember as fucked up as it may seem
the consequences that I’ve rendered
I’ve stretched myself beyond my means
It’s been a while
since i could say that i wasn’t addicted and
It’s been a while
Since I could say I love myself as well and
It’s been a while
Since I’ve gone and fucked things up just like i always do
It’s been a while
But all that shit seems to disappear when i’m with you
But everything I can’t remember as fucked up as it may seem
the consequences that I’ve rendered
I’ve gone and fucked things up again
Why must i feel this way?
just make this go away
just one more peaceful day
Its been awhile
Since I could lok at myself straight
and it’s been awhile
since i said i’m sorry
It’s been awhile
Since I’ve seen the way the candles light your face
It’s been awhile
But I can still remember just the way you taste
But everything I can’t remember as fucked up as it may seem
I know it’s me i cannot blame this on my father
he did the best he could for me
It’s been a while
Since I could hold my head up high
and it’s been a while since i said i’m sorry
Me.
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“For the second year in a row, more American soldiers—both enlisted men and women and veterans—committed suicide than were killed in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.”
This has happened in every US war starting with Vietnam.
OH GOD MERC’S ON HER SOAPBOX AGAINI’ve sat through a pre-deployment briefing re: getting mental help if you come back with suicidal thoughts, with rage you can’t control, with the urge to beat on your wife and kids. I was playing poker with a couple of soldiers the whole time. The guy next to me was asleep. Nobody takes them seriously.
My former roommate finished out his tour in Iraq so high on anti-anxiety medication that he couldn’t drive. But they still gave him a weapon. It took him a good two years to be able to sleep through the night without sleeping pills. It’s probably fortunate for him that he suffered from depression before he went to war because it helped him differentiate between “this is me” and “this is my brain being crazy”. He still has to sleep with a knife by his bed and got his concealed carry license because he feels naked and exposed without a gun.
My ex-husband came home and promptly disappeared for a month. He ignored all phone calls from me, his best friend, his mother, etc. When we finally tracked his ass down and broke into the barracks, he opened the door smelling of puke and lied to our faces. He was never big on drinking before his first deployment.
I’ve trained myself to call before I pop a balloon or break up ice in the freezer. I know it’s better to stand in the doorway and throw shoes at someone having a nightmare than it is to stand by the bed and shake their shoulders.
I don’t think the USA has embroiled itself in a war worth fighting in a long time. I know for a fact that Uncle Sam has failed his soldiers.
Reblogging for that awesome commentary
^Agreed. Even if no one will listen, I’m still going to spread the word.
Here is something new from the photo adventure I took tonight!!!
