Rarely will I speak about the intimate details of my life. There are only 1-2 people who I reveal personal details about myself to but even then, there is no one that knows half of the things that has gone/continues to go on in my life.
I think that’s partially because:
1) I am aware everyone is fighting their own battles and I respect that. I don’t want to complain or make my life seem more “dramatic” than anyone else’s cause I would never make such an accusation.
2) I feel like no one’s opinion will truly aid me. I’ve always been a strong advocate that no one can understand a person’s situation unless they were apart of it. I hate when people are confiding in someone and then that person quickly jumps in and is like “Oh yeah ive been through something like that.” I would never say that. No, you have not. How do you know youve been through what someone has been through? You never know. So don’t make the assumption and say you do and reverse the situation to center around yourself.
3) I am simply embarrassed to tell anyone.
It’s hard. For a lack of better words, that’s all I can say. It’s hard to keep composure for so long. We’ve waited years and years for this situation to change and it hasn’t. After years and years and years and years of screaming, fighting, endless tears, heartache, etc., there has to be a point where one cannot go on longer with the fight. We can’t sit around and wait years for someone to change. I was the only one in this family who still had hope and still made an enormous amount of effort to maintain a relationship with you and to try to glue back this broken family. And now I think i’m really done. I’ve defended you when everyone talked so negatively of you. I was the one who tried to mend the broken relationships you share with you children and wife. And now, i’m just done. I’m so young. and i’ve seen too much that a little girl like me should’n’t have seen. I need to move on with the rest of my life. I cannot do this with the constant burden on my shoulder that I am all this family has. I’m only 20 years old and someone of my age shouldn’t be accountable for that responsibility.
It’s amazing that someone who is so educated like yourself can be so incredibly flawed in every single aspect of your life. No one is perfect but for you to think of yourself so highly and justify all your sinful doings and then, be so quick to judge others is pure irrational, stubborn, arrogant, egotistic evil. You can find someone to blame for every little thing you’ve done but when it comes to others and their mistakes, you have no tolerance for imperfection.
Do not preach the ways of Catholicism if you yourself are living in such evil sin.
1. Massage your ears. The ear massage is a fantastic way to release endorphins in your brain and make you feel good. Start by gently rubbing your earlobes with your thumb and index finger. Then squeeze the outer edges of your ears all the way to the top. These parts of your ears have tiny reflex…
This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.
I think the one quality I truly admire in an individual is their level of intellect. Intelligence doesn’t necessarily come with a college degree (although it sure helps). Intelligence comes with experiences: those experiences that result in heartbreak, failure, doubt, happiness, reassurance, etc.
I am attracted to people who can be silly and fun but at the same time, very witty, wise and educated. Someone who can sit down and talk to me about politics, about what was on the news this morning, about sci-fi, etc. Someone who knows how to converse in a topic that is more in-depth than the typical on the surface discussions (shopping, partying, etc.).
I like to surround myself with people who challenge me and who help me think outside the box. I’m a critical thinker and therefore, I enjoy observing and analyzing things.
My boyfriend is 8 years older than me and I think I’ve always been attracted to older people. Not just relationship wise but also, friendship wise. I live such a untypical 20 year old lifestyle that I feel if I were to befriend people my age, I wouldn’t have anything in common with them and therefore, a friendship would never blossom. A majority of my friends now are people I met from my past work positions and they’re all in their late twenties. Apart of me wishes I was super into the whole “young, wild and free” lifestyle but I think that just because I come from a restricted household, I’ve never had the opportunity to truly experience that. I sometimes go on Facebook and see pics of people having crazy fun over the weekend and I sometimes envy these people; I envy them because sometimes wish I didn’t live such a disciplined lifestyle. However, my efforts have always been focused on things that better my future rather than things that make me happy in the present moment.
It’s actually funny because I actually have a VERY WILD, extroverted, social personality but my lifestyle oddly doesn’t correlate with that at all haha. I am partially grateful for the strict rules I grew up with because if I was given any ounce of freedom, I probably would have gotten extremely out of hand (I did get a little crazy when I moved out on my own for a couple of months).
I think I will probably embrace the “young, wild and free” lifestyle after I complete my doctorate but for now, I am completely fine with aiming all my efforts into achieving academic success. I learned the hard way that we can be driven and ambitious in our twenties and then have crazy wild fun later, but its difficult to screw up your life at a young age and try to bounce back when you’re apart of the older generation.
We are all young; let’s enjoy ourselves but remember our goals and be smart at achieving them. What brings us artificial happiness in this present moment might not result in happiness 10 years from now.
This kid was a toaster for Halloween
Security was really really tight this year
I would totally do that for a date lol
If someone did this for me for a date I would bang them on the spot under that masterpiece.
No damsels in distress here. A fun little batch that I dubbed “Kill Team Princesses”
lol love these.
this makes me very happy
"Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part—sex all the time, midday naps in the sheets, the jokes, the laughs, the fun, long conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety … Just the best sides of both people, you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life sets in, the butterflies disappear, the sex becomes a chore, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness … The worst parts of both people. But if you still want that person by your side through all of those things … that’s when you know—that’s when you know you’re good at love."