Submissions Tagged 'love'

This is a story about heartbreak. Well, not specifically heartbreak itself, but that sinking feeling when you look across the room, and you realize, in that split second, that he's not looking at you, he's not smiling at you, hell, you're not even in the picture. You're not going home with him tonight. You're just some woman, with a huge crush, who he's sort-of known for two years, and suddenly you're feeling very small, and very much like you would like to jump up, tear out of said room, and run down the street screaming and sobbing at the top Read more

I can't tell if I really want to be with you because I love you or is it because I'm afraid to be alone.

What would you do if you fought for your children - to pass down from generation to generation for freedom - and all the sacrifices you've endured just taken away in an instance by our now government - corrupt deceit evil jerks - only in it for themselves - what would you do? tell me...
Open up your eyes - see what's around you - halt conformity - be yourself and recognize the messed up world you live in - do i look fat, do i look too skinny - forget this nonsense you call issues - emerge from Read more

I spent a lot of high school not caring what my grades were. Partly cause I knew I was smart and I knew I was gonna get decent grades even if I didn't try. So I didn't care all that much and I didn't try all that often. And I was smart! I got the good grades that I had predicted. It wasn't till quite some time after those days that I realized they weren't the great grades I was capable of. Now I'm in the sixth year of my collegiate carrier and working Read more

I spent a lot of high school not caring what my grades were. Partly cause I knew I was smart and I knew I was gonna get decent grades even if I didn't try. So I didn't care all that much and I didn't try all that often. And I was smart! I got the good grades that I had predicted. It wasn't till quite some time after those days that I realized they weren't the great grades I was capable of. Now I'm in the sixth year of my collegiate carrier and working Read more

Have you ever been swept away?

I mean grabbed by your ankles and thrown in the air so hard that
the tip of your nose touched the first cloud?

I’m not talking about a Peter Pan kind of flight but more of an angel flight combined with a Superman one, from the days he used to fly after Lois.

And as you fly against gravity with a “v” velocity and an “a” acceleration greater than any terrestrial thing that ever cut you off, with your feet facing the sky and your eyes down looking at the ant Read more

I only have 8 words for you:
two breakups. one guy. one nobody. love sucks.

I stay true to a very old-fashioned rule when it comes to dating a friend’s ex, whether it is an ex-boyfriend or an ex-husband. Simply put, I won’t do it because I put a high value on my friendships. To me, dating someone’s ex would be disrespectful to the friendship. Having said that, I do know that exceptions to the rule can be tempting.

In this case, Steve was the ex of an ex-friend of mine. Since the friend was no longer in my life, one would think that the no-dating-an-ex rule would no longer apply. Technically, I would Read more

Consolation
Sunday best on today. Harris Tweed jacket and regimental tie. No major projects today. A day of rest my Mam always called it. My usual walk up to the churchyard. Fresh flowers for my Wynne. A nice bit of sunshine. A touch too warm for the tweed, but I’ll not let it show. It’s all T-shirts these days. Not even tucked in. You just can’t carry yourself properly like that.
We always went for a walk on a Sunday. The park usually. Wynne liked to feed the Read more

 
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