When you are born as a man, you live as a man. When you born as a woman however, you have two choices; to live like a slave, or as a woman. I love the fact that I was born as a woman because I got to make my choices. Who did you chose to be? – Shahla Khan

When you are born as a man, you live as a man. When you born as a woman however, you have two choices; to live like a slave, or as a woman. I love the fact that I was born as a woman because I got to make my choices. Who did you chose to be? - Shahla Khan

When you are born as a man, you live as a man. When you born as a woman however, you have two choices; to live like a slave, or as a woman. I love the fact that I was born as a woman because I got to make my choices. Who did you chose to be? – Shahla Khan

He didn’t want the respect of people who weren’t worth wiping his nose on—people who weren’t worth the spatout gum attached to the bottom of his worn-out shoes. The only respect he wanted was from himself and the people who really mattered in his life. The people who really loved and cared about him

He didn't want the respect of people who weren’t worth wiping his nose on—people who weren't worth the spatout gum attached to the bottom of his worn-out shoes. The only respect he wanted was from himself and the people who really mattered in his life. The people who really loved and cared about him

He didn’t want the respect of people who weren’t worth wiping his nose on—people who weren’t worth the spatout gum attached to the bottom of his worn-out shoes. The only respect he wanted was from himself and the people who really mattered in his life. The people who really loved and cared about him (Sherrilyn Kenyon, Infinity)

Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say..

Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say..

Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say.. (Joshua Homme)

Harmony doesn’t come merely through tolerance. You don’t need to tolerate people from other cultural backgrounds. It is time you start loving them. Toleration may make you a decent person, but it is love that makes you a true human being

Harmony doesn’t come merely through tolerance. You don’t need to tolerate people from other cultural backgrounds. It is time you start loving them. Toleration may make you a decent person, but it is love that makes you a true human being

Harmony doesn’t come merely through tolerance. You don’t need to tolerate people from other cultural backgrounds. It is time you start loving them. Toleration may make you a decent person, but it is love that makes you a true human being. (Abhijit Naskar, Love, God & Neurons: Memoir of a scientist who found himself by getting lost)