Forwarded from Vinnie Sullivan
  
Modern man hasn't simply fallen from grace. It's plummeted into oblivion..
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Every day, week, month, or year that you consciously trade time with someone who loves you for trivial entertainment, clout, and strangers, is to those who matter, another day, week, month, or year of unnecessary misery.
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I have always found that people who dislike or mistreat dogs are the type of individuals to be the most untrustworthy among humans.
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  I (@VinnieSullivan) used to frequent this venue in my youth. After an evening in #Wanstead, #SouthWoodford or elsewhere, we'd often head to a club that had kept it's pub name. The Rising Sun (20 #Woodford new road) rested in a forested area of #Walthamstow tucked between #Leytonstone and #Woodford. My family once drank in the actual pub itself, I simply visited it's shadow in order to chat up women and have a decent enough reason to stay out late. Little did I realise that I, thinking as a mere youth, joined in the decline of #Britain's pubs. We all know that we cannot turn back time, but few of us truly learn from our mistakes in the hope of a better future. It's a short walk from where I was born (#WhippsCross hospital #Leytonstone, #London, #E11) and sits within the tree's of #Epping forest, a realm I know and love. This part of the forest named #GilbertsSlade. I remember the warmth I felt leaving in the early hours after a skinful upon seeing that I was within the forest I love.
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  Forwarded from Dark & Fascinating Art (Vin's Favourite Artwork Archive)
  
Market Tower, Lewes by by Graham Sendall (b. 1947)
  Forwarded from Western Women
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Despite a nerve-wracking, deadly, and unforgiving existence that's void of love, warmth, or home comforts; depression and suicide never grip the inner-city #fox. In fact, he lives on in spite of every challenge thanks to a 'will to live' that's being lost within humamity.
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Most of us shackle and handicap our happiness and abilities by making self-deprecating allowances and excuses for people that we know care nothing for our physical and mental well-being.
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  The βGeorge the Fourth Tavern,β Clare Market #RIP
#ClareMarket is a historic area within #CentralLondon located within the parish of St #ClementDanes to the west of #LincolnsInnFields, between the #Strand and #DruryLane, with #VereStreet adjoining its western side. It was named after the food market which had been established in Clement's Inn Fields, by John Holles, 2nd Earl of Clare. Much of the area and its landmarks were immortalised by #CharlesDickens in The Old Curiosity Shop, The Pickwick Papers, Barnaby Rudge and Sketches by Boz.
  #ClareMarket is a historic area within #CentralLondon located within the parish of St #ClementDanes to the west of #LincolnsInnFields, between the #Strand and #DruryLane, with #VereStreet adjoining its western side. It was named after the food market which had been established in Clement's Inn Fields, by John Holles, 2nd Earl of Clare. Much of the area and its landmarks were immortalised by #CharlesDickens in The Old Curiosity Shop, The Pickwick Papers, Barnaby Rudge and Sketches by Boz.
Forwarded from Vinnie Sullivan
  
Philosophising over having never been born is a daunting epiphany. For me, imagining that the very homes, streets, fields, or people whom I've loved having never known my presence is a type of humbling emptiness that renews one's appreciation for the life I'm so lucky to have.
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I respect people who've great power but instead of using it for harm, use it for good. Women are the most powerful of humans as they're the catalyst of male success or depression. Therefore, how women treat men is the sole indicator of their worth, or their lack thereof.
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Sometimes, dreams when sleeping are nightmares when awake. Last night, in my sleep, I drank in the city with someone who's long since left our mortal coil. I remember complimenting his jacket and somehow neglected to notice that his face was still the young man we lost so long ago.
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