“Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and keep you grounded. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It’s not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hands and said, “Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat, or forget I ever handed it to you.””—(via eletheowl) (via x-infatuati0n)
Fine - This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use “fine” to describe how a woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.
Five Minutes - This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that…
I am 5’4 or shorter. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different color. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have a tattoo. I am self-conscious about my appearance. I have/ I’ve had/I need braces. I wear glasses. I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free. (and painless..) I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger. I have more than 2 piercings. I have piercings in places besides my ears. I have freckles.
Family/Home Life: I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve been kicked out of the house. I have a sibling less than one year old. I have children. I’ve lost a child.
Embarrassment: I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation. Disney movies still make me cry. I’ve snorted while laughing. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. I’ve glued my hand to something. I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose. I’ve had my pants rip in public.
Health: I was born with a disease/impairment. I’ve had stitches. I’ve broken a bone. I’ve had my tonsils removed. I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend. I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. I’ve had surgery. I’ve had chicken pox.
Traveling: I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day. I’ve been to Canada. I’ve been to Niagara Falls. I’ve been to Japan. I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans. I’ve been to Spain. I’ve been to Africa. I’ve been to France. I’ve been to London.
Experiences: I’ve been lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve been to a casino. I’ve been skydiving. I’ve gone skinny dipping. I’ve played spin the bottle. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a play. I’ve met someone in person from the internet. I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve seen the Northern Lights. I’ve sat on a roof top at night. I’ve played chicken. I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’ve played a prank on someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi. I’ve eaten Sushi. I’ve been snowboarding.
Relationships: I’m single. I’m in a relationship. I’m available. I’m engaged. I’m married. I’ve gone on a blind date. I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper. I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment. I’ve been divorced. I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
“When he met you in your freshman year of high school, ignored you cause he thought you were crazy, became your friend a year later, best friends two years later, and boyfriend your senior year, loving you the entire time…that’s love.”—
“Best Friends become your worst enemies. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into thugs. Cough pills turn into Extacy. Picking your nose turn into using cocaine. Homework is a waste of time and it goes in the trash. Cell phones are used in class. Detention become suspension. Soda becomes Vodka. Undies turn into boxers. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground. When protection meant wearing helmet. When hanging out with the opposite sex was the worse thing ever. When the worse thing you could get from gurls were cooties. When the only thing to worry about was what toys you wanted. Daddy’s shoulder was the highest place in earth, and mom was your hero. Your worse enemies were your siblings . Race issues were about who ran faster. War was only a card game. The only drug you knew about was cough medicine. Wearing a color didn’t make you a gangster. The only thing that hurt you were skabbed knees. And goodbyes only meant tomorrow. And we couldnt wait to grow up”.
“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”—Beautiful Lies by Lisa Unger
If you have food in the fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the world. If you have any money in the bank, your wallet and some spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy. If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week. If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the agony of imprisonment or torture, or the horrible pangs of starvation, you are luckier than 500 million people alive going through this suffering. If you can read this message you are more fortunate than the 3 billion people in the world who cannot read at all.