What does the most recent text that you sent say?
"Why would you text me at 3am asking if I have a shovel."
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What's cool nowadays?
Answering the question of the day with something sarcastic.
Because you make it so easy, ask. You really do.
Because you make it so easy, ask. You really do.
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What's the last thing that made you laugh?
BA just shared this and I swear, I laughed myself silly.
Russia's Rodion Kargaev (The male player in white) drops his racket and plays a perfect drop with his hand to the utter surprise of his Belgian opponents. The lift from Matijs Dierickx (In black.) was out and the umpire gave the point to the Russians.
I love this video so much.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naUPPTiM-9E
Russia's Rodion Kargaev (The male player in white) drops his racket and plays a perfect drop with his hand to the utter surprise of his Belgian opponents. The lift from Matijs Dierickx (In black.) was out and the umpire gave the point to the Russians.
I love this video so much.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naUPPTiM-9E
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Do you think you would have lived your life differently had you been born the opposite sex?
My life would have been totally different. A lot of opportunities would never have presented themselves - my education would have been totally different, I would have grown up surrounded by different people. I imagine that I would value different things and my relationships would take on a completely new dynamic.
And I'm not going to lie, this gif would probably be relevant as well.
And I'm not going to lie, this gif would probably be relevant as well.
What is your opinion on suicide?
I'm going to leave you with this. I didn't write it this time, and maybe I should have done, but I'm tired and these words are striking.
“My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.
And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.
The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.
My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.
So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.
But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it."
-http://runiqu.tumblr.com/
“My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.
And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.
The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.
My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.
So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.
But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it."
-http://runiqu.tumblr.com/
What do you think should be the role of sex in society? Is it a big deal? A small deal? Somewhere in-between?
Part of me would say that it should be no big deal, and the other would say that perhaps it would do the world some good if it were a slightly bigger deal.
Sex between two people who are both adults and fully consenting certainly isn't any kind of an issue. Sex between two 14 year olds who are simply curious because of the culture they've been brought up in is, I feel, an issue.
I think that it should depend on the circumstances. The role that sex plays in society could do with being somewhere in-between, in my mind. Like anything with adult consequences, I believe that it should be approached in a responsible manner and certainly never used to guilt-trip someone.
Sex between two people who are both adults and fully consenting certainly isn't any kind of an issue. Sex between two 14 year olds who are simply curious because of the culture they've been brought up in is, I feel, an issue.
I think that it should depend on the circumstances. The role that sex plays in society could do with being somewhere in-between, in my mind. Like anything with adult consequences, I believe that it should be approached in a responsible manner and certainly never used to guilt-trip someone.
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who makes your life brilliant?
The unexpected surprises, the people that I love, the way that warm guitar strings feel under my fingers, the look that my dogs give me when they know I have food, kisses to the back of my neck, my mother's laugh, the sound of a shuttle being cleared, the ache of worn out muscles, the sun on my back, the comradeship of my friends, the sheer delight in the world.
Have you ever cheated on somebody in a very bad way ? If yes , then did you admit your bad actions and regret them ?
I was so bemused by the fact that my boyfriend was actually my boyfriend that I never looked at another guy. I was too busy poking Sam's arm and going "Huh, you're actually real. Look at you!"
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One of these days, he's going to write you a song.
One of these days, he'll be sitting in a pub with the lights husky and his brain muffled, and he'll run his fingers over the battered piano's keys. They'll be slightly sticky - his won't be the only drunk hands that have caressed them.
He'll tentatively start to work at them, a melody will form as if by accident. It'll be nothing spectacular. It won't be awe inspiring. It won't be destructive. It'll be quiet. It'll be gentle. It will haunt you for nights on end. It will remind you of something you've heard before. It will be just like his love for you.
He'll forget about it by the end of the evening. He'll drink himself into oblivion because if he sees you in his mind one more time - your head thrown back, blonde hair around your shoulders, eyes so light and alive, he'll go mad. He wonders if he's mad already. He certainly feels it most days.
In the morning, he'll find himself at the piano again. This will be a different piano. This piano will be a work of art in itself, he'll wonder if he deserves to use it. He does, he does, he does.
He'll flex his fingers, his eyes will go to your bracelet around his wrist. And he'll play. His fingers remember what his mind doesn't.
It might be a long piece, he won't ever be sure if it's finished. He'll call it "In Memoriam" publicly. To himself, he'll title it "An Apology in Motion"
He'll wonder if you'd have liked it, if you had ever heard it.
You would have. You loved everything that he created. You would have told him this, one day.
One of these days, he'll be sitting in a pub with the lights husky and his brain muffled, and he'll run his fingers over the battered piano's keys. They'll be slightly sticky - his won't be the only drunk hands that have caressed them.
He'll tentatively start to work at them, a melody will form as if by accident. It'll be nothing spectacular. It won't be awe inspiring. It won't be destructive. It'll be quiet. It'll be gentle. It will haunt you for nights on end. It will remind you of something you've heard before. It will be just like his love for you.
He'll forget about it by the end of the evening. He'll drink himself into oblivion because if he sees you in his mind one more time - your head thrown back, blonde hair around your shoulders, eyes so light and alive, he'll go mad. He wonders if he's mad already. He certainly feels it most days.
In the morning, he'll find himself at the piano again. This will be a different piano. This piano will be a work of art in itself, he'll wonder if he deserves to use it. He does, he does, he does.
He'll flex his fingers, his eyes will go to your bracelet around his wrist. And he'll play. His fingers remember what his mind doesn't.
It might be a long piece, he won't ever be sure if it's finished. He'll call it "In Memoriam" publicly. To himself, he'll title it "An Apology in Motion"
He'll wonder if you'd have liked it, if you had ever heard it.
You would have. You loved everything that he created. You would have told him this, one day.
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Waves.
You're hard not to fall in love with.
Would you mind telling that to the guys around here?
It's just that they seem to have missed that memo.
It's just that they seem to have missed that memo.
Why are you, you?
I am the product of every time I have fucked up. I am the result of making mistakes and learning lessons. I am every time that I have hoped, and every time that I have despaired.
I am the beautiful things that I have destroyed, I am the pieces that I have stuck back together.
I am the people who love me.
I am the people who loathe me.
I am the people who are indifferent to me, but have still walked into my life at some stage.
I am the sleepless nights, I am my nightmares, I am late winter sunrises. I am my heart's cheerful boasting - I am, I am, I am.
I am pretentious, I am humble, I don't trust people quickly, I am the scars that I wear proudly.
I'm a battered body. I am my squad-mates grins. I am our yells, our cheers.
I am the times I've been angry, but more so the times when I learnt to let it go.
I'm the eight year old kid with a missing adult tooth, I'm the forty year old mother that I hope to be.
I'm a coach, I'm a student, I'm an idiot, I'm searching, I'm home.
I am all of the times I have loved and been loved. I am all of the times that I have been crippled and that I have lashed out. I am my accomplishments, I am my life lessons, I am my failures. I am a seventeen year old girl with a future that stretches into infinity.
I am the beautiful things that I have destroyed, I am the pieces that I have stuck back together.
I am the people who love me.
I am the people who loathe me.
I am the people who are indifferent to me, but have still walked into my life at some stage.
I am the sleepless nights, I am my nightmares, I am late winter sunrises. I am my heart's cheerful boasting - I am, I am, I am.
I am pretentious, I am humble, I don't trust people quickly, I am the scars that I wear proudly.
I'm a battered body. I am my squad-mates grins. I am our yells, our cheers.
I am the times I've been angry, but more so the times when I learnt to let it go.
I'm the eight year old kid with a missing adult tooth, I'm the forty year old mother that I hope to be.
I'm a coach, I'm a student, I'm an idiot, I'm searching, I'm home.
I am all of the times I have loved and been loved. I am all of the times that I have been crippled and that I have lashed out. I am my accomplishments, I am my life lessons, I am my failures. I am a seventeen year old girl with a future that stretches into infinity.
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yes, yes you can ;) you can also do many other things to science experiments ;P
Nailed it ;)
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I am the one who knocks
Do you treat your body like a Temple or more like an Amusement Park?
If it were a temple, it would look like this.
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Who was your first heart break? Have you had it yet?
"My father broke my heart long before any boy had the chance to."
What is a quote that you attempt to live by?
“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away”
– Henry David Thoreau
– Henry David Thoreau
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can we talk about how hot you are for a second
Nah, let's talk cheesecake instead.
At least that exists.
At least that exists.
Babe;) Babe;) Babe;)
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Baby;)
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Boo;)
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Babe
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whats up?
DUCK IS STILL UP.
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Do you view suicide as a sin? Why / why not?
I'm not religious in any way, so no - I don't view it as a sin. I don't believe in our immortal soul and my ideas on what comes after life are more fanciful notions than beliefs. I just hope for the best in that respect.
I believe that suicide is the cruelest thing that you can do to a person - to blame your death on someone else is a burden that no-one should ever be forced to carry. My great-aunt blamed her suicide on her daughter, and it drove my cousin mad. The guilt that she feels is heart-breaking.
I understand that life can be unbearable, God knows I understand that, but I believe that every person has a responsibility to try and turn their lives around. Allowing yourself to fall deeper and deeper into disrepair is blatantly ignoring the happiness of anyone else, and therefore the happiness of yourself.
Once upon a time, there was a girl in a clinic. She was sick in her mind, and it showed in her body. She wondered briefly who would attend her funeral, and she wondered who would cry. But then she thought, "Fuck that, why do I want to make them cry? I can make them laugh. I can make them smile. I can make them so glad that they're alive. Why should I be the one to make them cry themselves to sleep?" And she's been fiercely opposed to suicide ever since. Now, she can't understand why people would want to give up when there is so much joy to be had from the world. She honestly can't comprehend it.
I believe that suicide is the cruelest thing that you can do to a person - to blame your death on someone else is a burden that no-one should ever be forced to carry. My great-aunt blamed her suicide on her daughter, and it drove my cousin mad. The guilt that she feels is heart-breaking.
I understand that life can be unbearable, God knows I understand that, but I believe that every person has a responsibility to try and turn their lives around. Allowing yourself to fall deeper and deeper into disrepair is blatantly ignoring the happiness of anyone else, and therefore the happiness of yourself.
Once upon a time, there was a girl in a clinic. She was sick in her mind, and it showed in her body. She wondered briefly who would attend her funeral, and she wondered who would cry. But then she thought, "Fuck that, why do I want to make them cry? I can make them laugh. I can make them smile. I can make them so glad that they're alive. Why should I be the one to make them cry themselves to sleep?" And she's been fiercely opposed to suicide ever since. Now, she can't understand why people would want to give up when there is so much joy to be had from the world. She honestly can't comprehend it.
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Does it bother you if one of your answers doesn't get any likes? Be honest.
Nah - my Mum thinks I'm special so I'm good.
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There are some people who have problems with their weight. In fact that's a big problem for them. Some people decide to struggle with their weight , but some of them like that kind of life . How do you refer to very fat people . Is it normal for you their decision to live in that way ?
I believe that if you're comfortable in your skin then whichever weight you are is the right weight for you.
Personally, I can't imagine being happy with an unhealthy weight. But I'm an athlete and recovered anorexic, so I can understand that my views do not represent anyone else's. Weight is about as personal as it gets and therefore no-one else's business. It doesn't matter what I think or feel about anyone else. I just support positive self image, whichever form that takes.
Personally, I can't imagine being happy with an unhealthy weight. But I'm an athlete and recovered anorexic, so I can understand that my views do not represent anyone else's. Weight is about as personal as it gets and therefore no-one else's business. It doesn't matter what I think or feel about anyone else. I just support positive self image, whichever form that takes.
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Beautiful things are meant to be destroyed. How would you interpret this statement and why?
For some reason, this has stuck with me all night.
Some people have a world's worth of pain and anger and desperation inside of them. Some people do not see sunrises, they only see sunsets. Some people don't see stars, they see the monsters under their beds.
And that is too much for any one body to handle. That much pressure causes minds to snap.
So wrists are cut, vases are smashed, beautiful figures are starved until the monster in your mind can face you in the mirror.
Until one day, you wake up. You stop living a nightmare, and you start to repair what you thought was broken for good. You start to heal. And you can finally see the stars.
Some people have a world's worth of pain and anger and desperation inside of them. Some people do not see sunrises, they only see sunsets. Some people don't see stars, they see the monsters under their beds.
And that is too much for any one body to handle. That much pressure causes minds to snap.
So wrists are cut, vases are smashed, beautiful figures are starved until the monster in your mind can face you in the mirror.
Until one day, you wake up. You stop living a nightmare, and you start to repair what you thought was broken for good. You start to heal. And you can finally see the stars.
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