Number 7.
This is totally sexist. Does this mean a girl’s tears are worthless?
I beg to differ.
(Source: bestlovequotes)
The first day of our relationship isn’t the day he asked me out. He never did. It was the day I smashed his heart to pieces, the day I learned what forgiveness meant and he learned what pain was, the day I said “Sorry,” and he said “I love you.”
I don’t mind telling the story, but it wasn’t a fairy-tale beginning. It happened with a quiet phone call, silences of dread, words left unspoken, soft tears, trembling hands. Earth-shattering, wall-crumbling, ear-deafening…
No, it wasn’t a fairy-tale beginning. Not even close.
But it was real.
I watched him out of my peripheral vision. The teacher walked over and handed two scantrons to him, one for him, one for me. I watched him stare at the scantrons, pick one up, and hesitate. I watched him as he swung his left arm out and slammed the scantron on my desk.
“Hey, can you tell me how long it’s been?” I called across the lab station. A few people were rushing around, trying to finish the experiment before the bell rang. He turned his head away, and rolled his eyes, not making any motion to check his watch. I sighed and watched the beakers. He was supposed to be helping, but I let it go since I didn’t want to stir anything up. “Hey, seriously, how much time do we have left?” My hand was burning from the holding the beakers in the boiled water. He looked out at the classroom. One of the guys working at the lab turned around to look at him. Trying to keep the frustration out of my voice, I repeated myself: “Come on, how many more seconds?” He glanced at the door, and curtly replied, “30 seconds.”
The way you treat people, the way you act. I hope you start realizing that you’re doing more damage to yourself than to the people around you. I hope you know that anger suffocates. When you decide to hate someone, you don a thin veil of resentment. But it gets stronger and more frigid every day. Until one day, karma bites you in the ass, and you realize you’ve trapped yourself in a dark enclosing of disconsolate bitterness.
Darling, I’ll be long gone before that happens, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
My Father’s Death Did Not Make Me Crumble
“I wasn’t going to let that darkness take over my life. Death made me stronger than I’ve ever been. Resilient and hardened - I won’t crumble. My future is there and through any darkness that I encounter, I know he’s with me.”I’m sorry for your loss. Your positive spirit is inspiring. Surely, those who love us only want us to be happy after they’ve passed. Thanks for calling.
worthless
torn
helpless
hopeful
regretful
anxious
impatient
hesitant
nervous
excited
annoyed
(Source: hidorethy)
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