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Unrequited loveUnrequited love
Who here has suffered unrequited love? Would you not agree it is one of the hardest feelings in the world? Nothing something that is easy to let go or forget. Were you can feel it in the very bottom of your soul. You just want to cry out to that person, but can’t. The tears flow down your cheeks. Leaving you alone with your heart and feelings. Never sharing what you really feel about that person. Knowing they will never return the same feelings you have for them.
Can live in a sad world. Would you not agree? The anguished, the pain, the tears. The deep sadness knowing it will never work out. The feeling you will never be with that person. Emotional bonds that wont happen in this life. <b>
Don't make my mistakes in education.Going to college was an act of ego. Nothing more, nothing less. Because of this ego attack. I am no employable. What I should have done instead of relaying on ego and believing I could change the world. Was go work in a productive industry. Instead of wasting time and debt on a pipe dream that was never going to happen. Than I repeated the mistake when I got my MBA. All because I was bored. Nothing more, nothing less. Now I am even more unemployable in the job market. Take my head. Think long and hard before you venture into getting a degree from college. Are you doing it because of ego or boredom?
I have come to the strong conclusion that college is a wast of resources for a lot of people. You know because people are going to college. Other jobs now that don't need a degree have gone up in pay. Like welders. They make according to Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs up to a $100 bucks an hour. Far more than most people make out of college. There is a lot of this work that you don't need a degree
If Tans Pacific Partnership passes. #TPPIf Tans Pacific Partnership passes. #TPP
If this passes. I will have to delete this account. Along with my Flickr account. TPP will make it to big a risk to post any art of any kind. A/ s the law will see any imagined or real offenses in this treaty automatically guilty. Even if the art is original. Some large corporation can still come and claim it is theirs and they don't have to prove they are in the right. Top of the costs of litigation and legal costs. They would just have to prosecute until the person has no more money to defend them selves in court. Even linking to a copyrighted peace, even if you don't know it's copyrighted. You will be braking the law and committing a felony. Internet becomes like the TV were it is one way communications for large media giants who will hold all the cards. As the supreme court has dictated. Treaties can over rule domestic and Continental laws. We are living in a scary world.
Follow my TumblrsI have 2 Tumblrs right now. I would encourage you to follow!
on all things 3D printing and 3d printers. From the industrial to the humble Repap:go3dprinting.tumblr.com/
Than the other is on Otaku,Anime,Manga and related culture from American point of view.Otaku-seattle.tumblr.com/
Word of advise Work and Internet.Word of advise. Be very careful about what you do online. People who might hire you will search your name or hire a firm to do it for them. Facebook, Twitter and other similar sites are the places they search. If you have anything that could be viewed as a risk to the employer or that does not jive with the company's philosophy.You have a good chance of being denied a position. Coming from a guy who has experienced this first hand.
4 years of pain and unemployment could have been avoided if I just kept my mouth shut on many topics I talked about on Twitter and Facebook. Because of these actions. I am not employable even now. I am viewed as a legal risk, employment risk, a political risk. It is better to be bland when it comes to your percents on the internet. As much as that sucks, its how the world works now.
Emotional bond.Wonder why people think it's a bad thing to have a deep emotional connection with another human being? The same emotional connection our grand parents had, and their parents before them. It all most seems like its discouraged now days for temporary pleasure in bed with the guy or girl of that moment. The girl met in the bar or party. The guy who is attractive on the outside, but is nothing more than his looks. With no substance.
If I was born 50 years ago I am sure I would not have this issue. Where there was an expectation that there would be a life long bond, Into eternity. Not wam bam thank you mam. On to the next person of the moment. Sad that our western world has gone this direction.
All I want is a deep emotional bond with someone. Who I can get along with. Who is smart. Who is just as weird and eccentric as me, and not the cheerleader type. Or the women who will use their emotions as weapons of mass destruction for the sake of having power over another human.
This is all I want
Nanowrimo day 4.Day 5
Adaptation and change was the job for the guides to make smoother. Allow the transition into the new life work smoother. No need to shock people. Put them in the middle of some massive maze with no information on what to do and expect them not to freak out and do themselves harm or others around them.
There was always a period of transition from the old to the new. From the known to the unexpected. Change, however you hated it always happen at the most unexpected times and places.
Bobby had to come to turns with this. Lisa as she sat eating her meal and watching him play with his food. Watching others around her who were in the same mind set and who were trying to come to what this all meant.
To her it felt like the plague was set forth onto the dining hall and stole people’s energy and desire to talk or be human. Zombies have come to lunch and they won’t go home. Like all the past recruits and change. This too would pass.
Sometimes it took longer, sometimes shorter.
Nanowrimo day 3.Felecia led her back to her room. Talking about this or that as they went. Not paying any attention to what she was talking about. It all turned into background noise. After mid-day meals. The place seemed to have become alive again. Thought Shiori. The only thing she noted as they walked back.
As they entered the hall way were her quarters. She looked up at the doors opposite side of the hall. Never thought of it before, that side were all male names. Including one Bobby Smith. That boy at lunch. Hope that would not come back and make trouble.
Opening into her room. Almost a complete replica as the real thing. Other than the windows that would have looked out onto Tokyo’s gleaming skyline. Along with the mass off traffic and people she would see and hear down below. A bed, with a desk and computer. Along with a Kotatsu in the middle of the room. Everything was in light colors. Pinks and whites. There was even a TV with a PlayStation hooked up.
In a comment in passing, Felecia sh
Nanowrimo day 2.With nothing to do in his cage, he had fallen asleep on his bed, what must be his bed. It felt like it, smelled like it. It felt like. Like they had transported his room to this place. As he snored away. A loud knock knocked him out of his sleep. “What?” He said in a voice that must have sounded like a frog. An airily voice called back,” Lunch hour.”
He stumbled to his feet, and slowly made it to the door. Opening it revealing Lisa again. His guide. More like a nanny he thought. To make sure he was behaving himself. “Well, come on. No need to waste time.” She said in the sweet airy voice. Less of an order and more like let’s go out and play kind of tone.
As he followed her. He seemed to recall a girl in elementary who was like that. Who had mastered that way of saying things. Had all the boys at school wrapped around her pinky finger. She could get anyone to do anything she wanted and boy did she use it to full effect. Seemed to remember a stun
100 Reasons to Stay AliveCute animals that make you go, "Kawaii!"The part of the charger you put your foot on while you're derping on the laptop.Pencils so sharp you can possibly murder an undesirable specimen. (I don't suggest that, but you can.)Clear, blue skies.Putting on the headphones after a long day.Realizing you don't have any homework.The feeling of spring after winter."EMERGENCY MESSAGE: Due to extreme weather conditions, all school activities and administrative offices have been closed for today."Dry towels.Belting out your favorite song in the shower.Cute guys.Maybe cute girls.Or maybe both. I don't know your preferences.The sense of accomplishment.Looking in the mirror and trying out your "sexy" pose.Going on DeviantArt to find your messages chock-full of activity notifications.When you're in a radically good mood so you don't have a care in the world.Hilarious videos.Seeing a picture of something that doesn't usually have a face having a face.When your crush smiles at you.Being weird with your BF
Markiplier - Draw My Life.Markiplier Draw My Life
“Hello Everybody! Markiplier here and thank you guys so much for being with me through a 1000 videos! It’s hard to even imagine how we’ve gotten from this point, and I REALLY wanted to do something special for the 1000 subscriber milestone, er, not a 1000 subscriber- 1000 VIDEO milestone, and, I think this video is really gonna explain to you guys how I got from point A to point B, and how YOU guys have helped change my life because, um, these things are really important to me because, they tell how I became the person that I am, and I really do appreciate you guys for sticking with me. So, HERE WE GO!!!”
“I was born on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean called O’ahu, which is the third largest island of Hawaii, and home to the city of Honolulu where I was born on a military base. My dad was a career army man, and he had been in the army 23 years before he retired, and appar
Maybe This Is My Last GoodbyeI just have something to say and that is that I can not but
I have tried to get ahead for myself
But I can not
Every time I feel most miserable
Whenever I feel like not worth it to go ahead
I've tried everything
But they just look at me as a useless, stupid good for nothing like a monster
So to go ahead if, just they tell me my faults in the face
They say I have to open my wings and fly towards my destination where I belong
I try to fly, but my wings are broken
And without wings I can not fly to my destination, and if I not go to my destination I have nothing
And if I have nothing to go ahead
Maybe my destiny is in heaven, where there is no evil, sadness or mental illness
Today My Hands Reek of Doctor Office SoapBecause I frantically washed my hands in the back room
Because I’m one anxious little fuck when it comes to needles and
Crying children in the hallways and rooms where the walls are paper thin
Because I nearly pass out when needles are stuck into my arm several times
Because no one can ever find a goddamned vein the first time
Trying to calm myself as the doctor comes back in and the first words out of my mouth are
“So what are some good anxiety medications these days?”
a letter to her My darling sunshine,
I know that we're about 1000 miles apart, but my heart feels tied to yours and I can't seem to let you go. My heart tells me that you're my soul mate, that you're my other half, that you're supposed to be loved by me and I by you. Age is just a number. I know that. In your Valentine's Day card, you told me to believe in us, to believe that one day we'll be together forever. I can't wait until that day!
Recently, you suggested we take a break because our distance is too big for you... I told you that'd be okay, I told you that I could wait for 4 more years (seeing as that's how many years of school I have left). You still call me your lovely pet names for me: Babe, darling, deary, and my favorite - your shooting star. You still tell me that you love me, and I tell you that I love you more. I do believe in us, I do believe that some day soon, we'll be together forever.
You, my dear, are my best friend... And I'm yours, you told me so yourself. I won't let you g
Stream of ConsciousnessSteam of Consciousness
Second grade must seem like limbo now. I was a naïve kid. I didn’t do anything in class unless told to. Being the new girl, no one associated with me unless told to by Sister Raphael. I didn’t care though, I just did what I was told, did my work, at lunch at my desk when everyone sat with each other, did more work, and then went home to do homework and play with my toys. The boys were all right; I worked well enough with them. Didn’t do anything outright. The girls went out of their way to ignore me, talk about me, but I didn’t notice. It was normal to do so, I thought. I knew right from wrong like how they said it in the Bible; I knew they were being bad. But if it affected me at all, I was soon distracted by something else. I just went with the motions.
-- (my name), come here.
Sister Raphael waved me to her desk. I was nervous at first, shivers going up and down my body and my heart jumping, but when I sat down, we ate together, an
La Voce Toaif there is a hardness in the heart
it must be broken
if there are words inside untold
they must be spoken
if there is a candle burning at the shrine
it must burn down,
until the very last drop of wax is spent
this hope will have no ground
wherever i turn
wherever i spin
these are the words
of the dance we're in
if there is sadness welling at the throat
the tears must run
as raindrops fill the ocean
it must be released and sung
if there are voices silenced in the darkness
louder they'll shout
the crowds will take the streets
their anger must be let out
wherever i turn
wherever i spin
and these are the words
of the times we're in
la voce toa nu l'hai timire
la voca toa falla sentire
la voce toa nu l'hai timire
la voca toa famme sentire
My Father's Last Poem The Night Before He DiedMy Father's Last Poem
My mother held my sobbing father one night
He begged her not to put him into a nursing home.
He wanted to die in the home he built himself for her.
It's the least she could have done.
He had been taken via ambulance without him even knowing where they were taking him. He must have been so frightened, this kindest man on the face of the earth.
Images burn, I swear they burn starting in the brain,
from there going wild into the deepest darkest part of your soul.
I see my father in the nursing home making a gallant attempt to spoon the liquid broth
they called soup into his mouth.
Off to the side is a mushy bowl of fruit gone soft.
His milk looks curdled, it can't taste good.
But my father never complains, so paints on his face the fake of a smile
He thinks we don't sense his pain so we can't feel it, he was wrong about both.
Life with him has always been that way, I remember no other.
After Daddy passed I found my mother crying.
My son had stayed until the amb
I am lonely I am lonely
I am Tired of the so called bachelor life. Its over rated.
I am Tired of being just the friend.
Being the one you come to to complain about your spouses, boyfriends, or girlfriends.
I am tired of being the nice guy who finishes last because the females in my life want the exciting guy who abuses them day and night.
I am tired of world were if I some how say the above I am somehow looking at life as the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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