Face Of The Stranger.

Through suspiscions and fabrication unseen, the brilliance of the stranger's mind will always shine through. These are the lives of the strangers around you. Admire their lives, and cherish your own.

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Fifthteenth stranger of many: I began this tumblr as a doorway. A doorway into the minds of the unknown, to help society understand the better and the worst of eachother. To help them know. I sometimes wonder if this is helping at all. Do you connect with this at all? Is the only way for you to feel things not due from circumstance or actions, for me to feel them for you and share? I intended this as a crutch, to help you connect. First to the unknown, and then to the ones closest to you. I just wonder sometimes, if those around me, whether they be readers or people I don’t even know, will begin to feel, just to feel. Just for the sheer power and divinity of the human mind and heart. This stranger struck me by suprise because it reminded me that sometimes the most unresponsive and quietest of emotions are the strongest as they come. It just drives me to the edge, not knowing if you ever would have felt this girl though your own eyes, and not mine. Don’t let the lives of these strangers be a waste. Please.

Fifthteenth stranger of many: I began this tumblr as a doorway. A doorway into the minds of the unknown, to help society understand the better and the worst of eachother. To help them know. I sometimes wonder if this is helping at all. Do you connect with this at all? Is the only way for you to feel things not due from circumstance or actions, for me to feel them for you and share? I intended this as a crutch, to help you connect. First to the unknown, and then to the ones closest to you. I just wonder sometimes, if those around me, whether they be readers or people I don’t even know, will begin to feel, just to feel. Just for the sheer power and divinity of the human mind and heart. This stranger struck me by suprise because it reminded me that sometimes the most unresponsive and quietest of emotions are the strongest as they come. It just drives me to the edge, not knowing if you ever would have felt this girl though your own eyes, and not mine. Don’t let the lives of these strangers be a waste. Please.
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