FotM cardinal?
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Sketchbook July 16 2018?
Lady Maria?
Related users
Kitana Statue 2?
Kitana Statue?
Pic?
Lettering?
Pic of Deception guide?
Tea Dream?
Firepower?
Discord inquiry?
New pic.
Another.
New picture?
New picture?
EVO?
I'll be watching like I do every year! Couldn't make it this year, but I always watch the top 8 of every game.
New picture?
...another one? *DJ Khaled*
Not convincing enough! Another one!
New picture of you?
What's your YouTube?
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC305XZs1TT5F1TtmM8HwJEg
Username: Sage Leviathan.
Most people just go there for my music playlists, I'd imagine.
Username: Sage Leviathan.
Most people just go there for my music playlists, I'd imagine.
What is in your fridge?
Fuckin' waffles man. I'm clearly living the high life.
What do I do If it just isn't worth it anymore? -Amicus
Let me be that voice inside your head for a moment, this voice that somehow (and at that, successfully) convinces people that life's a heavy weight, and that those delicious fuckin' chocolate-chip cookies aren't worth eating anymore because, in the end, we're all going to die and no one's going to remember shit about your life or what you did.
First of all, I'd laugh because chocolate-chip cookies are amazing. Better with milk, but I might be greedy for having the preference.
Second, I'd say it's a dead fucking wrong statement. So persuasive are the arguments from nihilism that it's honestly scary to think about. I don't know what personal struggles you're facing right now. I would like to inform you that, at least in my experience, pejorative thoughts are like fucking pennies when you consider yourself poor. One leads to another and pretty soon you're knee-deep in negativity.
It's okay to be emotional. You don't have to excuse yourself. Guilt is guilt, sadness is itself, and as painful as these sensations are to feel, they're just the shadow cast by what's really out there, things that are worth living for. Not a myriad of copper coins, but solid, premium, grade-A fucking aureate material.
There's no meaning in your life but the one you give it, and that's a wonderful thing. Things won't always be sweet; "there'll be some bad cakes." But don't live for happiness. Live instead to be content so all your options will suffice, so every door has a lock and key.
Take the time to gather yourself one day. Ask "Who am I?" Push away all of your somber spirits, allow the question to sink in. I'm promising you and everyone who comes across this message that, as lost as we become, every labyrinth has a way out, every puzzle has a solution no matter how goddamn convoluted it seems. We both know there's probably no grand design to nature or the tides and how they sway us, but you can sure as hell make one and make it your own.
What I'm trying to say is that this life isn't some game we're all destined to lose in the end. There's conflict we face every day, sure, like a chameleon in its forms; make no mistake, it's not a fuckin' competition between us and them. It's a book being written by us, for us, of us and of the things we perceive, defend, and accept.
Getting writer's block doesn't mean the story isn't worth finishing ^^
First of all, I'd laugh because chocolate-chip cookies are amazing. Better with milk, but I might be greedy for having the preference.
Second, I'd say it's a dead fucking wrong statement. So persuasive are the arguments from nihilism that it's honestly scary to think about. I don't know what personal struggles you're facing right now. I would like to inform you that, at least in my experience, pejorative thoughts are like fucking pennies when you consider yourself poor. One leads to another and pretty soon you're knee-deep in negativity.
It's okay to be emotional. You don't have to excuse yourself. Guilt is guilt, sadness is itself, and as painful as these sensations are to feel, they're just the shadow cast by what's really out there, things that are worth living for. Not a myriad of copper coins, but solid, premium, grade-A fucking aureate material.
There's no meaning in your life but the one you give it, and that's a wonderful thing. Things won't always be sweet; "there'll be some bad cakes." But don't live for happiness. Live instead to be content so all your options will suffice, so every door has a lock and key.
Take the time to gather yourself one day. Ask "Who am I?" Push away all of your somber spirits, allow the question to sink in. I'm promising you and everyone who comes across this message that, as lost as we become, every labyrinth has a way out, every puzzle has a solution no matter how goddamn convoluted it seems. We both know there's probably no grand design to nature or the tides and how they sway us, but you can sure as hell make one and make it your own.
What I'm trying to say is that this life isn't some game we're all destined to lose in the end. There's conflict we face every day, sure, like a chameleon in its forms; make no mistake, it's not a fuckin' competition between us and them. It's a book being written by us, for us, of us and of the things we perceive, defend, and accept.
Getting writer's block doesn't mean the story isn't worth finishing ^^
You're lucky you didn't mourn for anyone as a child, so that your darkest memory is just smashing your skull (unless you really did mourn someone, but smashing your skull was, to you, even worse than that). What's your nickname at tournaments? If you go to tournaments, that is.
I've never been to any tournaments. If I did attend one, my handle would simply be Sage L. or something similar.
I have tons of nicknames. Sage is the most prominent, and how I refer to myself most everywhere on the internet.
I have tons of nicknames. Sage is the most prominent, and how I refer to myself most everywhere on the internet.
What's your worst childhood memory?
Hmm. I didn't have a particularly traumatizing childhood.
Probably in my teen years when I learned what eternity meant.
It would be by default that time I got my skull smashed in, but since I don't remember it...
I can't remember too many bad childhood memories. That doesn't mean I'm flooded with good memories, but I'm blanking out on bad stuff at the moment.
Probably in my teen years when I learned what eternity meant.
It would be by default that time I got my skull smashed in, but since I don't remember it...
I can't remember too many bad childhood memories. That doesn't mean I'm flooded with good memories, but I'm blanking out on bad stuff at the moment.
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