cakeinmyeyes

These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. There were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is no substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. I can tell you as I'm sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you're looking for, no matter how much of them you have.

Listen up son o' mine, momma got something to tell you all about growin' pains. Life will pound away where the light don't shine, son. take it like a man... Suck it up son o' mine, thunder blowin' up your horizon... Changes come, keep your dignity, take the high road, take it like a man (take it like a man). Momma said like the rain, this too shall pass. Like a kidney stone, this too shall pass. It's just a broken heart, son; this pain will pass away...

For all of those who are thinking 'Hm?', It has come to my attention that I can't access my Yahoo email, or has been 'comprimised' apparently, so I've made this new account to store all of my photography on my Flickr account (which I need my Yahoo to log into, so can't be accessed either). I've also tried to re-add most of you. I will put all my drawings from my normal DA in the favourites gallery on here to save duplicating everything. Bleh!