A friend of mine just messaged me saying “I fucked up. I was doing math with my son, and I told him to ‘hold up eleven fingers’ and he started to panic and I didn’t realize why until he screamed ‘MOM…MOM I ONLY HAVE TEN”
A friend of mine just messaged me saying “I fucked up. I was doing math with my son, and I told him to ‘hold up eleven fingers’ and he started to panic and I didn’t realize why until he screamed ‘MOM…MOM I ONLY HAVE TEN”
Everyone has good days and bad days, but mine are more like good hours and bad years.
Everyone has good days and bad days, but mine are more like good hours and bad years.
someone wrote a post about forgetting to take their medication which reminded me to take mine
whenever I mention medication people end up commenting saying ive reminded them
so this is a friendly reminder for us to take our medications
thank you
I just remembered to take my medication, thanks
For any of my followers who need to take your medication
Everyone has good days and bad days, but mine are more like good hours and bad years.
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well i wrote your name and burned it,
see the color of the flame,
and it burned out the whole spectrum as if you were everything,
mine just burned gold,
a normal flame,
i am not anything,
and all that i remember is the feeling of waking up,
we were kids you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust,
we were kids i was a fountain you could never drink enough,
then came all the boys who swept you up,
playing careless with your heart,
and every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car,
something dies when you grow older,
but you do the best you can,
i am glad,
i am glad,
you found a good man.
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.