He ran into her for the second time that week,
Books went flying and they fell in a tangle of limbs and clothes,
Forcing her to disentangle herself,
From him once more.
She snapped at him,
“What the hell is wrong with you?
Can’t you see where you’re going!?”
He blinked at her anger,
A slow sheepish smile spreading over his face,
And he responded quietly,
With patience built over time,
“No, I was too blinded to see.”
She wasn’t impressed,
Pushing away his offered help to briskly shove her books back into the stack,
Turning on her heel and strutting away.
“Don’t you want to know what I was blinded by?”
Running after her,
Gently grabbing her arm to ...
"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."
6 years ago my best friend found out that she was sick. But not the i have a flu sick. No. She has cancer. I still remember the day she told me. We both started to cry and sank onto the floor while hugging eachother. I remember how she told me that she hadnt much time left. I know that i was so scared to loose my best friend back then. But then i heared that the doctors found a way to cure her. With a chemotherapy. She and her parents were willing to do anything so they did it. I remember how scared she was the first time so i went with her to keep her company. Eventhough she was in this condition back then we still had much fun together. But 2 years later her hair started fa...
Dear whoever is reading this,
Have you ever thought about packing your stuff and just go and never turn back? Have you ever felt a fire burning inside yourself, wanting to be unleashed... wanting to explore and see what's out there?
I feel a great desire to go and find myself but I am afraid of breaking my mother's heart. I am 20 years old, and I have recently got my degree. I am of legal age, yes but I can't help to think about how my family would feel if I leave.
I know I have so much more in me. I am young. I have a burning passion for music, for arts, for history... I want to travel the world and meet people. I want to feel alive. I want to do so much but I feel like I am being held...
There are times I really want to pour out my thoughts in these letters.
But as I go about reading open letters, I see so many emotions there already. Most of them resonate what I have in mind. It's amazing to find so many people just like you in these letters.
We always keep yearning to become someone else, but Oscar Wilde was right when he said- 'everyone's taken'. :)
If you're reading this, you should know, I'm at office terribly bored and you my friend deserve my regards for giving me company. I have to attend a meeting in about 45 mins and I don't have half the heart to do so.
This day seems to be dragging, I guess I shouldn't be thinking lot about it. Hopefully the day passes of s...
Once there was a Boy and a Girl, Best Friends. The Boy started hanging out with the wrong crowd and the Girl told him "hey stay away from them, they're no good" the Boy replied "they're my friends, they mean no harm" so the Girl said "ok, just be careful"
A couple of months past and the Girl noticed changes in the Boy. She went up to him and told him "Hey what's going on, this isn't you." The Boy chuckled "what do you mean, this is me?" The Girl explained "You are doing things that you never done before, things you know are bad, why are you being someone your not?" The Boy replied "listen I'm fine, you just need to chill" So the Girl walked away.
The next day ...
I tried, you have no idea how hard I tried, to not think of you, to not miss you, to not want you...I've been trying since the day you left... why is it so hard?! why does everything remind me of you still?! I can't walk down a street without missing you beside me, or seeing someone who looks like you and half hoping half fearing that it is you...what would I even do, or say...would you even talk to me at all? doubtful which just kills me more, every day knowing that you don't care, that you just left me alone....
It seems like everyone wants to yell race, but when you think about racism is only about stereotypes that different people bring to themselves. Whites are known for being dicks, blacks are known for being violent, Hispanics are known for being lazy, so on and so forth. These are things put on to each culture from other surrounding cultures because of the majorities behavior. If we all work hard, we can reverse these things, but we have to work together to change things. It will take time and hard work, but we can do it. I'm tired of people blaming others for their cultural mishaps. Everyone needs to stop being children.
To those in committed relationships,
At what point does one person say their values, needs/wants are not important because someone wants to make the same mistakes in a relationship? We are not perfect as human beings and mistakes are meant to happen and they can also be erased and new beginnings can evolve from them. But, where is there a line drawn? Is there a line drawn? Isn't it against the grain to give up on anything you work so hard at to retain? Shouldn't this apply in a relationship? Should it not? Is there a point where one should give up even after so many years of hoping for better, hoping for change, hoping for growth and learning in a relationship? I wonder about and weigh thes...