did i mess up this time! Sure i kinda wanted to send it but not for real! ohmanwtfamigonnadonow? ijustwishicoulddissapearpleasepleaseplease XS
backing up a bit. so i was writing a monologue of sorts to clear my head and heart, you know? to ease my soul i guess. just a spew of everthing that been bothering me about this one person and how it made me feel and just… a giant bowl of mindmeltbrainspew. it started out on a word document, but it just wasn’t satisfying enough so my idiot ass went on face book and started writing on the messenger thingymabob to that person. no hitting enter, that was the plan. they never know. it was so liberating, i honestly feel a lot better, and WHY MUST SHIFT BE SO CLOSE TO ENTER. i dont know if theres anyway to delete what has been sent so the person never knows but i froze for a bit, panicked for a millisecond, then logged my ass out of there from both devices and multiple apps so fast i think it might just be a record. i hope some glitch prevents them from ever reading it because god it embarrassing. I wish the ground would open up and swallow them so it never reaches their eyes. ughh i’m an idiot with terrible keyboard skills, please smack me upside the head :(
we found love in a mildly disappointing place
now you’re just somebody that i know by first name
tonight, we are average age
i walk this fairly populated road
carry on my adequately well-adjusted son
we will, we will blandly motivate you
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
omfg this is literally me
my friend hates me for this, she knows never to ask for the time this way in front of me. I don’t even like high school musical
Split this crowd right down the middle, I want one half on this side, one half on that side.
We’re not going to make you run into each other we’re not that kind of fucking band, we’re not heavy.
Face someone, look someone in the eye. Pick someone, pick anyone. Walk over to them and give them a big hug.
It’s called the wall of hugs everybody.
- Kellin Quinn
if I have a band that gets this big im going to have a wall of kisses where you split it down the middle and kiss someone you’ve never met before
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