You’re one of those people for whom “normal” is a failure of potential.
Things don’t get solved for nothing and things don’t get better from sitting around.
Nothing's going to get better until you pick up and start.
All words mean less, the more you hear—nothing goes away with more time.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
Humans live on secrets, hidden thoughts.
We plan, we bide our time, we consider our words and carry private dialogues. We count on our discourses being heard only by selected recipients, and tailor our messages accordingly.
If everyone — or even one person — could see/hear/feel what we were thinking/feeling all the time, it would change everything.
Usually when I go to get my hair cut, this is what happens:
I tell the person I’m growing my hair out, so just to trim it according to her judgment but to leave it long as possible. In the course of their trimming, bit by bit I usually lose a good 3-4 inches each time this happens.
This time, yesterday, I tell the person I’m growing my hair out, so just to trim it according to her judgment but to leave it long as possible. So she immediately takes up a huge chunk of my hair and combs it all straight up over my head, and without a hesitation lops off about 5 inches with one snip.
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Have a <put whatever the hell you feel like here> day
I hope that was intended to be the blackest goodbye I have ever received, because otherwise it has sorely and irreversibly missed its mark. There is no follow up to that.
I rather wish the quote had ended before the final word.
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something
different. … I chose.
Northern Room – We’re On Fire [link]
Color Radio – Yellow Jackets [link]
CJ Krueger – Island [link]
Owl City [link]
Ikimono – Bluebird [youtube]
Jukebox the Ghost – Good Day (RAC Maury Mix) [link]
Max Vernon – Pastels [t61]
Ve – White Ghost [t61]
DJ Kaspy – Ekitai (Liquid) [t61]
Hotspur – Young & Reckless [t61]
Cleaning/clearing stuff. Came across old highschool notebooks, journals, etc. … Simply a casual piece written for guys about how to make girls happy.
How much is too much? I’ve been playing with that question for years now, and I’ve decided that the question doesn’t matter. The cost for something can be too much and still be worth paying, or still be paid regardless of its worth.
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