Still a better striker than Olivier Giroud.
Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy.
You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch.
Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.
You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.
If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.
Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.
Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.
The holly and the jolly have not reached me yet. I’m realizing that the freedoms of adulthood are binding and heavy. The wonder of this holiday season is lost on me today. I feel hollow and despair quietly over the careless taking of young lives and the grief of a parent going home to a child’s empty bedroom; I ache for the loss of innocents.
Having children makes sense today, it’s their joy. The wonder in their eyes, the simple terms of their friendship, their untarnished curiosity about their environment and beyond, their simple kindness- their childlike nature is invaluable because it is so temporary. Having a child in your life is to take in their perspective. What a reprieve that can be.
Yes today I understand a little better why people decide to have children.
I will never understand killing a child.
Check out this gorgeous flow chart of the many different types of intimate relationships that we humans have. So before you go judging someone because their sexual and/or romantic relationships don’t look like yours, take a look at this.
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Happy Halloween! Enjoyed the evening, carved Angry Pumpkin, roasted pumpkin seeds. Now it’s time for a scary movie :)
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There was a hollowness to her breathing. Shallow. Even. There was only the sensory expectation and the internal echoes of each intake of breath. She felt the cooling effect of sweat coating her skin, and where her skin met itself the moisture gathered to create droplets. They tickled as her body tried to quake.
She dared not twitch.
She anticipated the whoosh before contact was made. Her jaw tightened and clamped down on the leather strap in her teeth as His hand made contact- this time below the generous curve of her ass- and created a harsh thrill of pain at her thighs.
She dared not cry out.
Again, breathing in and out. Heat and awareness flooded her cheeks as she listened to him chuckle softly. He touched His pussy. His fingers purposely smearing her fluids, making a mess. She felt ashamed and thrilled, and was self conscious of the way her body’s reaction dribbled down her thigh.
He lightly placed and kiss on her raised hips, gently smoothed her hair away from her face that was in place on the floor.
“You can wait.” He stated, she was near whimpering as he walked out of the room.
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