tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55955176569670118072024-03-13T09:09:56.477-07:00Alpha Male TraitsWelcom to alpha male traits You will learn : alpha male characteristics,alpha male definition,alpha male body language,how to become an alpha male,alpha male meaning,alpha male books,define alpha male,the alpha male,alpha male personality,alpha male romance novels,alpha male quotes,alpha male test,alpha male wolf.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger604125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-61459648119813819202016-12-13T12:05:00.003-08:002016-12-13T12:05:58.368-08:00Fitness Quotes (Greatest Fitness Quotes For Motivation)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What if you were given a second chance at everything you’ve ever done in your life, would you take it? I would. Not because I screwed things up the first time (even though I did a couple of times) but because I truly believe in the power of second chances. I believe in second chances more than I believe in first chances.<br />
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I believe that when life presents you with the same scenario twice, it is giving you a chance to do things differently, to recreate the perfect scenario you always wanted. A second chance is sometimes a miracle in disguise. It is not déjà vu, it is simply a gift God handed to you to change your life around.<br />
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How many times have you met someone you didn’t like at first but ended up being friends later because you realized the first impression was awfully wrong? How many relationships and friendships were restored because the second time around things were different and made more sense? How many milestones have you achieved at work when your boss gave you a second chance to do things right after a major flop? How many songs have you hated at first but ended up loving after listening to them a couple of times?<br />
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It is the irony of life, you think the first time is the only time, you think the first time is the best time, you think the first time is the most important time. We’re so obsessed with getting things right from the first time that we often give up on things and sometimes ourselves too easily when things don’t work out. We don’t even give ourselves a second chance.<br />
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Wouldn’t you want someone to give you a second chance ? Wouldn’t you want to rewind certain moments in your life and do things differently? Even though I have few regrets in my life, I’ve never regretted giving someone or something a second chance, I always ended up either learning something crucial from it, or gaining a dear friend. Sometimes things make more sense the second time around.<br />
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People change, you change and the universe changes, if we keep ourselves confined to first chances only, we will truly miss out on some of the most beautiful things in life.<br />
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I can honestly say everything in my life was better the second time around, whether at work or in my relationships. Second chances teach you patience, wisdom, forgiveness and courage-and it is hard not to make a better decision when you have so much grace.<br />
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Second chances are a gift from the universe, you get a second chance to be with someone you love, you get a second chance to prove yourself at work, you get a second chance to be a better person, or a better friend or a better parent.<br />
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You get a second chance to get close to God, you get a second chance to start a new career, you get a second chance to study something else that you love more, you get a second chance to move to another city. Life is always presenting you with second chances because this is where the magic happens.<br />
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We don’t have to wait for a near death experience or the loss of loved to believe in second chances, or learn that we are about to lose someone to finally tell them how we truly feel about them.<br />
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Give yourself a second chance, give your parents a second chance, give your friends a second chance, give your passion a second chance, give your love a second chance, give happiness a second chance and give life a second chance.<br />
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Call it coincidence, destiny or déjà vu, life is always presenting us with second chances but it’s what we do with these chances that counts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-90606793314575919442016-09-25T04:59:00.002-07:002016-09-25T04:59:19.055-07:00 I Hope Someday You’ll Find It In Your Heart To Forgive Me <span style="font-size: large;"><b> I Hope Someday You’ll Find It In Your Heart To Forgive Me</b></span><br />
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I’m sorry. Before you roll your eyes and turn away from this, just hear me out. The purpose of this letter is not to make you feel petty upon me or even to get you to take me back. The purpose of these words is to say simply one thing.<br />
I’m sorry.<br />
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We’re over now and still 5 months later there’s not a day when you don’t cross my mind. I see you occasionally, at track meets or FFA events but you just ignore me, and to be completely honest, I don’t blame you.<br />
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I’m sorry I ended a perfectly healthy and happy relationship. I’m sorry I put you through hell. But most importantly, I’m sorry I questioned you.<br />
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I know you were just caring and trying to protect our relationship. I know you were worried about me leaving you for somebody else. At the time I didn’t think that would ever happen. But I guess I was wrong.<br />
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I questioned your ability to be faithful to me. I questioned if we would make it through the test of time. I questioned our ability to make it work, even with the distance. I got scared of getting hurt again, and for that I’m sorry.<br />
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The truth is it hurt me too. It hurt to see you standing there, seeing your heart break into a million little pieces. It hurt to see the months of laughter and joy come to end. But I think the thing that hurt me the most was the reality that I needed to work on me.<br />
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I hope you find someone better because you deserve it. I hope you find somebody who shares your quirky personality, someone who is there to pick you up when you’re down, somebody who gives you their undivided attention. I hope you find happiness and love.<br />
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I hope you find these words and hear them out, even though the chances are slim.<br />
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I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me even though I don’t deserve it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-47553663169878742272016-09-25T04:51:00.000-07:002016-09-25T04:51:16.374-07:00 What Makes a Good Life? Lessons from the Longest Study on Happiness | Robert Waldinger <div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b> One Day You’ll Look Back And Wonder Why You Let Me Slip Away</b></span></div>
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Thank you. Thank you for showing me my worth – for teaching me not to settle for less than I deserve. You taught me a lot about myself and what I want in life. You taught me that I deserve someone who sees the galaxies that are within me. You taught me that life is too short for love to be mediocre. I don’t regret any of the time I spent on you. Notice I said spent and not wasted. I don’t see you as a waste. I don’t regret taking you to one of my favorite places or making you an apology cookie cake. I just hope you realize what you’ve lost.<br />
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I hope you can see that you messed up. That I would’ve done anything for you. I hope one day you look back and wonder why you would have ever let a girl like me slip away. I hope that one day someone will ask you if you have any regrets and my name is the first thing that pops into your mind. I hope you regret not giving me your all and not being vulnerable with me. I hope you regret not stargazing or feeding the ducks with me. But I also hope that one day someone can teach you all the things that you taught me. I hope you find a girl one day that is worth letting your walls down for.<br />
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I hope that she is everything I couldn’t be for you. Maybe she’ll be more willing to settle down. I hope she is willing to forfeit going downtown for staying at home and watching Family Guy on Netflix. I hope she loves hot fries and Wild Cherry Pepsi and is always willing to share with you. I hope she’s the type of girl you can take home for Thanksgiving who your mom instantly loves. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that for you. But I don’t want you to miserable and live a life full of regret.<br />
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Someone once said “Compatibility and love aren’t the same thing.” I might have loved you and loved you fiercely, but in the end love isn’t always the thing that matters the most. Sometimes things just aren’t meant to work out, and I think I’m okay with that. Maybe if we’re lucky we’ll get a second chance, but I know at least I’ll be okay if we don’t.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-85658883230337939422016-09-25T04:25:00.001-07:002016-09-25T04:25:21.735-07:00 Today I’m Finally Letting You Go <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> Today I’m Finally Letting You Go</span></b></div>
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Today I’m done holding on to your memory. I’m throwing away all the cards and love letters I’ve held on to for far too long. I’m ripping up every picture I have stashed away in my drawer to remember us. I’m giving your old shirts away to someone who doesn’t know their significance.<br />
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I’m letting you go, completely.<br />
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I don’t want to scroll through my camera roll and see old pictures of you. I don’t want to be searching through my contacts and see your name come up anymore. I don’t want to find old screen shots of our conversations. I don’t want to hear old songs and think of you.<br />
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It’s not that I want to forget about you, because I don’t, not completely anyway. You became a huge part of my life, but that’s the thing. You were just a part of it.<br />
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It’s about moving on, I have to move on. It’s about me not thinking about you every time something good happens and wanting to run to you with the news. It’s about being able to handle all the bad on my own. It’s about me picking up my life and moving on without wondering what you’re doing with yours.<br />
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It’s letting go of the idea I thought I would spend the rest of my life with you. It’s leaving behind the traces of you that you imprinted everywhere. It’s being okay with being on my own.<br />
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It’s about running into you and not having my heart skip a beat, it’s about not getting tongue tied and nervous about what you’re thinking about me. It’s actually not caring anymore about what you do think of me. I don’t want to get butterflies when you say my name. I don’t want to be tossing and turning over the thoughts of missing you.<br />
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I’m letting you go because I want to be happy. I want to be able to be happy for you, too. I want to be okay with the fact someone else gets to spend forever with you. I want to be okay with the fact I won’t be waking up next to you again, and that someone else will be pouring your coffee with two creams and two sugars. I want to be okay with the fact someone else is loving your tattoos and your rough hands.<br />
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I want to be healed and I want to be whole so that I can find happiness with someone new.<br />
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So, today I’m finally letting you go because you and I are no longer anything and holding on to you is only hurting me. Today I decided I need to put myself first and leave you behind for good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-67869148061769212232016-09-25T04:23:00.003-07:002016-09-25T04:23:32.011-07:00 If Only I Could Tell You All The Things I’m Thinking <div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b> If Only I Could Tell You All The Things I’m Thinking</b></span></div>
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If I had the courage to tell you all the things I wanted to, this is what I would say. I would tell you that you are not the first thing I think of when I wake up or the last before I go to sleep but everything in between. From sun up to sun down you are constantly occupying my thoughts and no matter how hard I try to fight the thoughts away they just keep coming back like a train at a station, one leaves and shortly a new one arrives. I would tell you that your smile is the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen and when it’s me that made you smile I feel like I just won the most prestigious prize.<br />
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I would tell you that when you say my name I feel like I am by far the most important person in the world, not any queen or any president has ever compared to me. When you laugh I can’t help but smile because it means you are happy in that moment. I would tell you that when I see you my heart feels as if it is going to jump out of my chest and run to you begging for you to steal it, and keep it, and take care of it. It is physically in my body but it belongs to you.<br />
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I would tell you that I want to get you drunk every time I see you because that’s the only time you kiss me and my God I could never get enough of your lips touching mine. The one time I was fortunate to fall asleep with your arms wrapped around me is something I will cherish forever because in that moment any pain I had was overtaken by this sense of comfort. I would have told you I could have spent the rest of my life laying there and nothing else in the world would ever matter.<br />
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I would tell you I love you. I would tell you to choose me if that’s how love worked but it’s not. We don’t choose who we love if we did, I wouldn’t have chosen you. I wouldn’t have chosen someone who doesn’t want me. I wouldn’t have chosen someone who only kisses me while they’re drunk. I wouldn’t have chosen to love someone who could honestly have any girl he wanted because those kind of people don’t chose me. I wouldn’t have chosen someone who I constantly have to try to pry away my feelings from. I wouldn’t have chosen someone who I can’t tell all these things to you. It’s not my choice though.<br />
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So I will never tell you any of this and I will pretend like I, too, only also kiss you while I’m drunk. I will pretend to only see you as a friend and I will always act like I am just one of the guys so you don’t ever feel you need to run as soon as you see me because you know I am in love with you. I will keep these thoughts locked away as if they were some top secret information that no one can ever know about. My mouth will never speak of what my heart feels.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-60954592159938079312016-08-11T12:21:00.000-07:002016-08-11T12:21:00.180-07:00 Read This If You’re Constantly Overthinking Your Love Life <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> Read This If You’re Constantly Overthinking Your Love Life </span></b></div>
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<b>“People enter your life for a reason, season, or a lifetime.”</b><br />
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I do this thing. Tell me if it sounds familiar. I overthink and overanalyze situations that have no right to even be taking up any space in my head in the first place. I could murder an idea with my own thoughts.<br />
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I do this thing where I often assume people care as much as I do, assuming they feel the same way about me as I do about them. I do this with friends, romantic interests…my animals.<br />
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I do this thing where I allow people to enter my life, I get attached and then watch as they become strangers. After this thing happens, I blame myself. I lose a little bit of hope. I cling tirelessly onto what could of happened, or what I lacked letting happen. I question if anything was ever even happening in the first place. Was she ever really my friend? Did he even like me? Obviously they didn’t, otherwise they would have stayed.<br />
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Let me tell you something, though. From one overthinker to another, here’s some advice.<br />
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This will almost always screw you over.<br />
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That is where you will lose yourself. Stop clinging on to what has already happened. To the people who have already left. Easier said than done, but let me give you a little anecdote that hopefully will stick with you like it did me.<br />
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After experiencing my first “heartbreak” (for lack of better words), I turned to the mom I babysit for. Keeping in mind that she is basically the sister I never had growing up and prior, knew everything leading up to my “almost relationship.”<br />
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We were sitting at the kitchen table, she was drinking her wine as I rambled on about this douchebag who ghosted me 4 days before Valentine’s Day. The same guy who called me “babe” for six months and only once forgot to text me good morning in all that time (He was a fuckboy). Here’s what she said:<br />
“This may not mean anything to you now. This is certainly not going to help your situation at all in this moment and it will not make you any less sad. But I promise you, months from now, you will remember this moment and you remember what I am about to say…”<br />
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“People come into you life for a reason, season or a lifetime.”<br />
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This did not do shit for me. I am sitting here, holding back curse words and tears waiting for a single line to just make it all feel normal, and this is what I get? Some fortune cookie sounding quote? No thanks.<br />
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Yet, here we are. At the moment, it was nothing to me. Now, it’s the only way I survive my own thoughts. She was right. And that boy…that douchebag who I spent more time driving to than actually spending time with, was not a lifetime. He was a reason. But that is why I am no longer angry. I am no longer hurt. Because either way, I got something out of it. I don’t have to overanalyze where it went wrong, or what I should of done or could have done better. It helps me understand and be okay with the fact that I was hurt, but hey man, he just wasn’t the guy for me. It makes me feel justified, but then pushes me to move on.<br />
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So, let me say it again for the people in the back.<br />
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People come into your life for a reason, season, or a lifetime.<br />
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Reason: Maybe you were sent my way to teach me what I deserve. You were the experience I needed to prepare me for the real thing. You came into my life, served that purpose and eventually it was time to part ways.<br />
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Season: I needed you at a time that my light was dimming out. I didn’t even realize I needed you, or that this is why you had entered my life. Perhaps you came into my life to simply get over the last guy I was with, who I had mistaken for my lifetime. Maybe I needed you to help distract me from the chaos of my family life. It will work. I will become attached to you and for a while, we will have something amazing. But like the seasons, you will eventually be gone. You will have stayed for just enough time to make me want to love again. It will hurt like hell. Because along the way, I mistake our season for a lifetime.<br />
“Reasons and seasons both suck in the end, but they’re deserving of some appreciation of you take them for what they are worth.”<br />
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Lifetime: Fuck yes, you made it! This is the holy grail. This is the one that makes all those shitty first “hangouts”, and awkward text messages worth it. If you are the one who enters my life for a lifetime, then all the reasons and all the seasons will finally make sense. They will sure as hell be worth it.<br />
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Whether the person you have just met is a reason or a season, I unfortunately have no way of telling you how to know right away. Even once it is over, you will probably not know. I’m at a point where I am not sure which one I prefer, but inevitably I know I will be having to go through many of these. With friends, with guys, whoever. When your heart is numb and aching, you won’t see it clearly as being a reason or a season. It will just be hurt. I promise you, it will one day be obvious. You’ll know why it happened, even through the heartbreak.<br />
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Now, I am aware that I wrote this initially referencing to a romantic interest. This does not necessarily always have to apply that way, though. Whether it is a person of romantic interest, or a friend that entered your life and ended up becoming a stranger again, it is still relevant.<br />
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Yes, I have too many feelings. Yes, I feel everything too deeply. And that’s okay. Because one day, through it all, through all the attachments and unrequited feelings, I will figure it out.<br />
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Love fearlessly. Love stupidly. Love sparingly. Love deeply. And if he posts shirtless gym selfies on Instagram, get the fuck out of there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-43277301620011448852016-08-10T12:17:00.000-07:002016-08-10T12:17:04.623-07:00 It’s Not Just What We Had That Hurts, But What We Lost <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> It’s Not Just What We Had That Hurts, But What We Lost </span></b></div>
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It’s not just our past, but our nonexistent future.<br />
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It’s not just that I gave you my heart, but that you still have it.<br />
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It’s not just all the words said, but all the words that will go unsaid.<br />
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It’s not just that you didn’t promise to stay, but that I believed you would.<br />
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It’s not just all the “good morning”s and “good night”s whispered, but the unavoidable absence of those simple words.<br />
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It’s not just everything we did, but everything we should have done.<br />
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It’s not just all the late nights spent with you, but all the late nights spent thinking of you.<br />
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It’s not just that I used to dream of you, but that I still do.<br />
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It’s not just all the sweet nothings exchanged between you and me, but that you’ll find another girl to take my place.<br />
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It’s not just everything we were, but everything I thought we would be.<br />
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It’s not just all the kisses that stained my pale lips, but the fading of those stains due to the lack of your kiss.<br />
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It’s not just that I fell in love, but that I didn’t fall out of love.<br />
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It’s not just all the time spent together, but all the time I imagined we still had.<br />
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It’s not just the memory of you and me, but the death of you and me.<br />
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It’s not just all the late night phone calls shared, but all the late nights I waste staring at my phone wishing you’d call.<br />
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It’s not just that you left, but that I hope you’ll come back.<br />
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It’s not just all the mistakes we made, but that we won’t be able to fix them.<br />
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It’s not just that you let me go, but that you let me go so effortlessly.<br />
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It’s not just my heart you had, but my heart you broke.<br />
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You see, it’s not just what we had that hurts, but what we lost.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-51946355882465164212016-08-10T12:01:00.000-07:002016-08-10T12:01:00.180-07:00 I Could Have Loved You, But You Wouldn’t Let Me In <figure class="wp-caption aligncenter" data-id="593254" style="width: 786px;"><figcaption class="wp-caption-text"></figcaption></figure><div style="text-align: center;">
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I could’ve loved you. But you didn’t let me.<br />
You let me believe that I could, never letting on that those weren’t your intentions.<br />
The late night conversations in your bed, tangled up in two… you made me believe there was a chance.<br />
I don’t know what went wrong. You were there one day… and then you weren’t.<br />
I don’t know if I was unlovable or if you made yourself to be unlovable, never letting anyone in.<br />
I could’ve been there every night and every morning, to say goodnight, and to wish you a good day.<br />
I could’ve been there for the big moments.<br />
I could’ve helped you love yourself when the task seemed too big to take on alone.<br />
I could’ve had your back when no one else would.<br />
I could’ve held your hand and walked in silence because sometimes it’s just better to enjoy each other’s company that way.<br />
I could’ve been the one to turn to whenever life had you asking too many questions that you couldn’t answer for yourself.<br />
I could’ve seen the world with you.<br />
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I could’ve done everything with you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-42146269593861556632016-08-09T12:16:00.000-07:002016-08-09T12:16:00.209-07:00 A Stranger Introduced Me To The Mile High Club By Making Me Cum Like No One Has Before <div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>“Ah, so you’re a window kind of girl.”</b><br />
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He said this with an air of nonchalance as he slid into the seat next to me. His arm brushed against mine and I could immediately smell his cologne, something foreign and heavy that reminded me of Scotch and machine oil. It was sexy.<br />
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I smiled. “Yeah, I love watching the takeoff.”<br />
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“Hmm. Takeoff’s always good, but it’s just the start. I like the landing.” His eyes flashed mysteriously at me. “The finish is the best part.”<br />
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I gave him a once-over—tight, navy blue jeans, a grey button down shirt slightly open at the collar and the sleeves rolled up. I always thought guys with their sleeves rolled up were fucking sexy. Something about the casual folds of the material, the way it gripped their forearms tighter, showed off their muscles and veins. He was beyond a doubt hot, and couldn’t be older much older than me. His hair was jet black and smoothed back, his face slightly unshaven. I fought the urge to run my hands over his chin and feel his stubble prickle under my fingertips.<br />
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“You flown alone before?” He smiled at me, revealing two rows of perfect, stark white teeth. His body shifted towards mine, a fragment of an inch, and I felt myself take a nervous breath.<br />
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“Yeah,” I said, switching my attention to the window. He was making my body tingle, and I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or excited or both.<br />
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“Well that’s too bad,” he said, quieter this time as he leaned into me. I could feel his fingertips slide through the curtain of my hair. “Because…” he said slowly, letting his warm breath fall onto my neck, “I’d keep you from being scared.”<br />
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He let his last words linger before slowly pulling his hand back and running it over my shoulder and down my arm. I closed my eyes for a moment, attempting to regain my composure. Then I turned to him, slowly, meeting his eyes with mine. They were a delicious blue.<br />
“I’d still like that.” I said, surprising even myself with my boldness.<br />
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The corner of his lip turned up into a smile and I could feel my entire body shudder. He was so damn sexy.<br />
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He leaned closer to me, close enough so I could smell his peppermint gum. He lifted his hand to my cheek and tenderly pushed my hair behind my ear, resting for only a moment before tracing the line of my jaw. “My name’s Gabriel,” he said, pausing with his fingertips cupping my chin. He tilted my face upwards so that my eyes were even with his.<br />
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“Roxanne,” I whispered, almost breathlessly.<br />
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“Roxanne.” He echoed my voice with his own, drawing out the ‘o’ with his sexy, foreign accent. I couldn’t quite place it, perhaps Italian, but before I could ask him, his hand was resting on my leg and I couldn’t breathe.<br />
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The plane began to gain speed, preparing for its departure. I could feel the rumbling of the cargo underneath and the trees began to whip past the window in blurs of greys and greens.<br />
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“Ready?” Gabriel whispered. His one hand squeezed my leg as his other pulled back my hair again, exposing the naked skin of my neck.<br />
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The plane began to rush forward, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred miles an hour. I had never been afraid of airplanes, but I could feel my stomach flutter. Gabriel’s nails dug slightly into my neck, pulling at the muscles along my collarbone seductively.<br />
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“Relax, Roxanne,” he said, “this is just the beginning.”<br />
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I swallowed, tensing, then releasing my jaw and leaning back in my seat.<br />
He was right. This was the beginning, and I could already feel myself getting wet.<br />
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The plane took off, tilting both of us back in our seats. Gabriel’s hand drifted absentmindedly to the hem of my skirt and he toyed with it for a moment.<br />
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“I’d like to see what’s underneath.” He whispered, scratching my neck with his stubble.<br />
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The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. I reached over and grabbed his leg, squeezing at first, then gently stroking over the fabric of his jeans, reaching higher and higher. He tightened his grip on my leg, and I could tell he was starting to get anxious. In a plane with three connected seats, touching each other was near impossible.<br />
But god, I wanted him so fucking bad.<br />
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The plane righted itself and the captain made an announcement about turning the seatbelt sign off. I looked over at Gabriel, whose eyebrows were furrowed and focused forward in an effort to stay composed.<br />
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It was my time to tease him.<br />
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I turned slightly in my seat and ran my fingers up and down his arms, feeling the thin cotton ripple with my touch. I lifted my fingers to his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt, then the veins, bulging and warm in his neck.<br />
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“I need you,” I whispered, pressing my lips against the biggest vein, “I’m starting to feel really, really scared.”<br />
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He lost it then. He turned to me, pulled my face to his, and kissed me roughly on the mouth.<br />
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“Now.” He grabbed my hand, excusing us from our seats, and past the clueless older man in seat C to the bathroom at the back of the plane.<br />
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I studied him from behind as we walked. His jaw was clenched, back muscles rippling, and veins thick and protruding in his forearms.<br />
His body was visibly pulsing with longing. Just like mine.<br />
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We reached the back of the plane and there were no flight attendants in sight, just a family with squirmy children too preoccupied to pay any attention to us. I flipped the latch on the bathroom door and slipped inside, knowing he would soon follow and this would finally, finally happen.<br />
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The bathroom light flicked on and I studied myself in the mirror. I leaned in, examining my lips, red and slightly puffy from his aggressive kiss. The latch clicked and suddenly he was behind me, even taller and sexier when standing.<br />
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He locked the door behind us and pressed his body into mine. I could feel how hard he was through the thin fabric of my skirt. He hands ran over my body, slipping off my cardigan first, and locking eyes with me in the mirror as he kissed my shoulders tenderly.<br />
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I leaned my head into him and closed my eyes. I wanted him to take me slowly, but I knew there wasn’t enough time. He did too. With one swift movement, he thrusted me forward and pushed my skirt back. He fumbled with the condom, and I heard his quick intake of breath as he realized I wasn’t wearing underwear. Then I gasped as he entered me, throwing my hips against the metal edge of the sink.<br />
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I was so fucking wet that as he thrusted, we both moaned in unison. The plane shifted and rocked as if in rhythm with us, letting him get deeper and deeper. I reached for him, scratching his arms and back with my fingernails. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled them with every thrust.<br />
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I felt my eyes rolling back with pleasure.<br />
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I reached forward and leaned against the mirror, letting him enter me more fully. He pulled my face to his, kissing me aggressively again as his cock tensed. I could tell he was close, but didn’t yet want to cum.<br />
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He thrusted, quicker now, and I could feel my knees getting weak.<br />
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“Can I, please?” he asked, his accent thick and guttural.<br />
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He just asked for permission. Holy fuck, he was hot.<br />
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“Yes.” I said, in-between a moan. He thrust me against the sink again, hard enough that the water turned on, hiding the sounds of his heavy breathing as he came.<br />
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“Damn,” He said, slowly, pulling out and spinning me around. “Now you.”<br />
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Before I knew what was happening, he pulled off his shirt, laid it over the toilet seat, and roughly placed me on it.<br />
“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he said. It was an order.<br />
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He knelt down, his back pressed against the wall of this tiny space. I admired his tan, rippling stomach muscles for a moment, but then lost all control as his tongue entered me.<br />
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He started slow, with thick pulses, but then alternated to fast flicks, sending shivers up my spine, making me cry out in bliss.<br />
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He was fucking good at this.<br />
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“Gabriel, I’m…”<br />
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He paused for a moment to make eye contact as I held my breath, my orgasm building. His smirk pushed me over the edge and I grabbed for him as I arched my back and released, feeling my body melt into his.<br />
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“I told you,” he said, a smirk glowing across his face as he leaned in to kiss me. “The finish is the best part.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-60807069929200051562016-08-08T12:15:00.000-07:002016-08-08T12:15:00.204-07:00 12 Men Reveal Exactly What Made Them Masturbate Most Recently <div style="text-align: center;">
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1. “My girlfriend was in a rush to get out the door this morning, but she took a minute to stop and make the bed wearing nothing but these white lace thong panties that really showed off her ass. She was bending this way and that, boobs jiggling, doing her thing, and then she was gone. I jacked off in the shower minutes later fantasizing about fucking her from behind, doggy style.”<br />
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— Preston, 27<br />
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2. “I’m really sensitive to touch, so grazing hands with a total stranger can make me want to bang like crazy. The other day I went to get cash before checking out at Best Buy because the cashier was so damn hot and I wanted to stroke her hand as I paid for my new speakers instead of swiping my own credit card. On the back of a second’s worth of physical contact, I jerked it hard in the parking lot.”<br />
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— Jack, 23<br />
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3. “I saw these lesbians having a picnic in the park recently while I was jogging and they were so touchy-feely and flirtatious. It was the hottest thing I’d seen IRL in a long ass time. I’ve already yanked it three times picturing those two fighting over my cock.”<br />
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— Kal, 22<br />
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4. “My college girlfriend was the horniest woman I’ve ever known. Back then I didn’t realize how special she was—not that we would have made it as a couple. Anyway, my go-to masturbation ritual still involves her. All I have to do is remember the afternoon I got back to my dorm room to find her masturbating on my bed, wearing knee high socks and one of my dress shirts unbuttoned in the front and I’m good to go.”<br />
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— Marc, 31<br />
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5. “I was watching Ray Donovan on Showtime last night and there’s this scene where two feds swap wives and the couples fuck in the same room. It’s a short scene but it’s hot as hell. I played it ten times in a row while I whacked off.”<br />
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— Joey, 20<br />
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6. “My boss is extremely attractive. She’s also smart and she dresses well—not slutty or anything, but classy sexy. Yesterday we were stuck in a crowded elevator, practically pressed up against each other, and I could barely contain myself. A few hours later, back at home, the thought of her naked got me so hard. I came about 45 seconds after I grabbed my dick. Didn’t even have to reach for the lube.”<br />
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— Curtis, 26<br />
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7. “Nothing turns me on more than the sound of a woman moaning and groaning with pleasure during sex. The other day I was sitting across from this beautiful woman on the subway who was staring at her phone and something she read or saw suddenly shocked her. She took a deep breath and said ‘Oh…My..God…’ in exactly the way I’d want her to in bed. I went straight home and took care of myself.”<br />
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— Phil, 28<br />
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8. “My wife’s a sexual woman but she’d never sent me a close-up shot of her vagina until last week, when I was traveling for work. It was so damn sexy. I know every nook and cranny of her body by heart and that photo sent me deep into the dirty zone.”<br />
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— Roger, 30<br />
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9. “I’m such a sucker for Kim Kardashian and since it’s too risky to watch porn midday at work, I tend to check out KK’s Instagram feed at the office. Without fail, I end up masturbating in the office bathroom right after. It’s the only way to stay sane at a corporate job.”<br />
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— Jared, 29<br />
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10. “I’m the most hetero guy you’ve never met, but I get turned on by some weird stuff. I drove by this Calvin Klein billboard with a few ripped, shirtless dudes wearing boxers briefs the other day and I jerked off in the front seat of my car to it. I hope you wrote that shit down ‘cause I’m never telling that story again.”<br />
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— Al, 25<br />
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11. “Last week I was at the gym and this gorgeous woman was being stretched out by her personal trainer. I ran on the treadmill an extra fifteen minutes just to gawk at her. I swear she was putting on a show for me on purpose, the way she was moving like she knew I was watching. I’m a married man and everyone there knows it, so it’s not like I could try for the real thing, but it was pretty damn satisfying to tug it in the men’s locker room shower as I pictured her straddling me with those flexible fucking legs of hers. That was an explosive session.”<br />
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— Mitch, 34<br />
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12. “Foreplay is the most erotic thing to me. I only ever watch the first two minutes of any porno. So any situation that feels like it might lead to sex—like a massage—kickstarts my libido. Yesterday I treated myself to one of those ten minute rubdowns every nail salon offers. I masturbated right after. My very own happy ending at no additional charge.”<br />
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— Carlos, 27Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-37672387078096862022016-08-07T12:11:00.000-07:002016-08-07T12:11:00.162-07:00 Read This If You’re 23 And Lost <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> Read This If You’re 23 And Lost </span></b></div>
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So you’re 23 and you have no idea what comes next.<br />
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First of all, congratulations. You’re ahead of the game.<br />
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Do you know how long most people wait to realize that they’re lost? Do you know many people never do? Do you understand how many people go through their entire lives aimlessly floundering; only to realize at the very end of it that none of what they did was what they wanted? It’s a lot more than you’d think. And most of those people thought they had it all figured out at twenty-three.<br />
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After all, it’s not so hard to be found when you are twenty-three years old. There are infinite hoards of people who will tell you what to do and where to go. There are endless opportunities for you to make money and prosper. All you have to do is let go of what you want for yourself. You just have to subscribe to living someone else’s dream.<br />
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If you are lost at twenty-three, you are exactly where you need to be right now. I know that it is not where you would like – stuck in the middle of uncertainty and failure and your own inconsistent desires. I know it’s not the place you thought you’d be when you screamed, “Cheers!” on your 20th birthday in anticipation of the next exciting decade. I know that you would rather be just about anywhere but here except you can’t figure out where to go and it is driving you slowly up the wall. I know what it’s like to be twenty-three and lost. I know that it’s the worst place on earth.<br />
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But the fact that you are lost right now tells you something. It tells you that your life as it has been is not your life as it will be. It tells you that you’re not the kind of person who settles for okay or sort of good enough. The fact that you are lost tells you that you would rather be living in the middle of uncertainty than dead-set on something that makes you consistently miserable. And I’m not sure if you realize how rare that really is. How few people still give a shit about doing something meaningful with their lives. How many more people we need who are just like you – lost and reeling, yet still pushing themselves to do better.<br />
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You are lost because you care. You’re lost because you’re passionate. You’re lost because you know that there is more inside of you than what you’re currently offering the world and that is a brilliant thing to know.<br />
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At 23, JK Rowling was broke. Tina Fey was working at the Y.M.C.A. Oprah had just gotten fired from her first job as a TV reporter and Walt Disney had declared bankruptcy. None of these wildly successful individuals could have predicted what was in store for them next but the one thing they all had in common was that they knew that there was more to them than what they were doing at the time. And that’s what you have in common with them, too. You know that there’s a bigger, better version of yourself to bring to life. You just haven’t gotten there yet.<br />
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So let’s look at where to go from here. If your life is lying splintered on the floor, which pieces do you want to pick up and keep? Which do you leave? What do you choose not to re-create now that you’re given the chance to start over? Because that is exactly the chance that you have at twenty-three. You get to strip your life down to its bare bones and build the whole thing back up from scratch. It’s not the easiest thing to do. But it’s the best thing. The bravest thing. The most rewarding thing and the kind of thing you only get the opportunity to do through being lost.<br />
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So right now, let yourself be a little bit lost. Because you don’t get found by staying comfortable. You don’t get found by running away. You don’t get found by fighting your deepest impulses and you definitely don’t get found by hiding out. You get found by doing exactly what it is that you are doing right now – which is delving right into the heart of your life and fighting like hell for what matters.<br />
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If you’re never lost you never get found.<br />
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And you’re the kind of person worth searching for.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-53870588309875796652016-08-06T12:07:00.000-07:002016-08-06T12:07:00.162-07:00 I May Have Lost You, But I Gained So Much More <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> I May Have Lost You, But I Gained So Much More </span></b></div>
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When you broke my heart I thought my world was over. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t get out of bed. I thought I would literally never get over you. A few short weeks later and I am one hundred percent completely and totally recovered. In fact, I feel better than ever. So… why was it so easy?<br />
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I always loved you with everything I had. I loved you more than anything I ever knew, more than I thought I was capable of. It was a feeling I never experienced before and never wanted to lose. But, part of me always knew you didn’t feel the same way. I thought you just needed time, that you would eventually feel these same unexplainable feelings I felt for you.<br />
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I knew how important I was to you, you made sure I knew that, not with words but with gestures.<br />
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But I always felt like you didn’t feel exactly the same things I felt and I thought that was my fault, because I loved too much, too deeply, and with too much of my soul.<br />
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I’d always felt more love towards anyone I ever loved than they could give back to me, including my own parents. So it was normal, and I was the weird one, I thought.<br />
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I accepted it because I knew you loved me as much as you could. And to me, that was enough. But, when you said the words, “I don’t love you as much as you love me,” I knew that wasn’t okay. Those words hurt more than anything in the world. But, why? I knew it was true all along. I just couldn’t believe you said it out loud. I tried to reason with you. I tried to convince you, and myself, that it was okay, that I just loved too much and you loved me as much as he could and that was okay.<br />
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But, you left anyway. You said I would understand eventually. You left me no home.<br />
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That was it for me. I lost the only person I ever loved. But, being alone for just a few short days I began to see that you were right when you said you weren’t being fair to me, when you said you were not able to give me what I deserved.<br />
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You were right.<br />
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And all of the sudden, I was happy, happier than I had ever been. I was free and open to endless possibilities in life. I realized that love is the most powerful and most important thing in the world. I deserve to be the most important thing in someone’s world. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I am a powerful, deep, passionate lover and there has to be someone who will love me back just the same. I need someone who can tell me anything, talk for hours, sleep under the stars with me, and tell me they love me every single day. I should have realized long ago, that’s what I deserve. That’s what we all deserve.<br />
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<b>And here’s what you taught me:</b><br />
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You taught me what it’s like to be in love. You taught me what it’s like to love someone for everything they are, for their strengths and weaknesses, perfections and flaws. And you taught me that I am deserving of so much more than you would ever give me. You taught me to never settle for anything less than what I deserve. I became a happier version of myself because of you.<br />
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When you broke my heart, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-56293621117575558012016-08-05T11:55:00.000-07:002016-08-05T11:55:00.167-07:00 10 Hot Reasons You Should Date The Girl Who Has A Dirty Sense Of Humor <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> 10 Hot Reasons You Should Date The Girl Who Has A Dirty Sense Of Humor </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">1. She’s always horny.</span></b><br />
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For every dirty joke in her equally dirty mind she has a bit of pent-up sexual tension that she absolutely needs to release. She has a dirty sense of humor because she’s constantly thinking about sex, because she constantly wants to be having it.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2. Your thoughts will never be too dirty for her.</span></b><br />
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Chances are you’ll never say anything that she hasn’t thought about saying herself. She’s heard every anal joke, and she’s probably re-used them. There’s no such thing as too dirty for this girl. She’s filthy.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">3. She’s not easily insulted.</span></b><br />
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The word penis doesn’t make her blush, and you’ll never hear her refer to her genitals as va-jay-jay or hoo-hoo. She won’t be insulted if you call her a pussy, and she probably uses the word on a regular basis. She’s no stranger to the see-you-next-tuesday either.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">4. She’s open to dirty talk.</span></b><br />
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Sleeping with a dirty-humored girl is an opportunity to express your colorful vocabulary. You can get creative with her, and she’ll probably laugh about it later, but she’ll appreciate it while it’s happening. Tell her you want to cum between her tits and she’ll tell you only if you promise to cum on her ass afterwards.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">5. She’s clever AF (in a dirty way).</span></b><br />
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There will never be a moment when this girl doesn’t know what to say. She’s witty and quick, and it’s never clean. You will be anxiously awaiting her response when someone comes into your apartment on a rainy day saying, ‘I’m soaked.’<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">6. She always makes things interesting.</span></b><br />
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Dull moments are few and far between when you’re dating a girl with a dirty sense of humor. Just when you think things are getting boring she throws in a dirty joke that not only makes you laugh hysterically, but kinda gets you going. Her humor will have a weird way of turning you on when you’re least expecting it.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">7. She’s fun to bring to parties.</span></b><br />
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She’s not the girl you bring to parties and your friends say, ‘She’s quiet, but sweet.’ She’s the girl you bring to parties and your friends say, ‘holy shit where did you find this girl?’ She’s not afraid to say what’s her on mind (especially if it’s dirty), and she’s not afraid how people will react to it. She is genuinely herself, no apologies or inhibitions attached.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">8. Your friends will think she’s hilarious.</span></b><br />
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Other women might not appreciate her dirty sense of humor, and they often might look down on it, but the boys always seem to find her perverted ways at least slightly entertaining. She doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘ladylike’ nor does she care about it, and while other women are cringing every time she opens her mouth, your guy friends are laughing out loud. LOL.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">9. She always has a good ‘that’s what she said’ in her back pocket.</span></b><br />
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When she can’t come up with a clever or witty comeback she has plenty of ‘that’s what she saids’ ready to fire. She won’t be the girl who uses them when they don’t make sense, “My mom likes those flowers too,” “That’s what she said.” What? She’ll be the girl who finds the perfect opportunity that makes you think, ‘did she really just say that?’ and you can’t help but crack up anyway. When her girl friends says “I need a facial…” “That’s what she said.”<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">10. She knows how to have fun.</span></b><br />
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Ever date the girl who is perfect in every way but can never lighten up? That’s not this girl. She’s always lit. The girl with a dirty sense of humor doesn’t second guess herself. She’ll be the girl whose Halloween costume has a dildo attached, and she will not once question, ‘is this inappropriate?’ She knows it’s inappropriate, along with half the other things she does, but she just goes for it, and she has a blast while doing so.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-28737266977779306902016-08-04T12:05:00.000-07:002016-08-04T12:05:00.157-07:00 When You Love A Person Who Comes From A Broken Family <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> When You Love A Person Who Comes From A Broken Family </span></b></div>
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When you meet someone who comes from a broken family you probably won’t know it right away. They’ll do their best to blend in, to watch their words, to make sure they seem like everyone else. It’s a habit they’ve picked up over the years. How easy it is to look like all the rest. How easy it is to perform the same dance and routine.<br />
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Wear the right clothes. Say the right things. Don’t let your guard down. Never allude to the fact there’s something missing.<br />
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And what is missing? It’s the question that continues to haunt them. Was it losing their parent at a young age? Was it the divorce, the abuse, the memories that can’t seem to go away? Was it because they had to grow up faster than everyone else? Not every broken person shares the same story and their story lives inside of them triumphantly defiant, an anchor holding the weight of their heart down, but the hollowness feels eerily similar all the same. They don’t know how to quite pinpoint when it all seemed to fall apart. All they know is that they fell. Hard.<br />
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When you start dating someone from a broken family at first it might all seem too easy. That’s because it is. You’ll ask them about their upbringing, their background, what their family’s like, and without blinking they’ll gloss over the ugly details with just enough relevant information you’ll actually believe you’re getting the real story. It’s not that they’re trying to be deceptive or misleading. They just know it’s easier this way. For both of you.<br />
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They know no one wants to hear about the long nights spent in the hospital waiting room wondering if their father’s okay and no one wants to talk about how their mother fucked them up or how their sibling was an addict or about how the pain from a broken home still lingers in the back of their mind regardless how many times they will it away. No, none of these are great first date topics. Even second, third, fifth dates just never seem appropriate for this kind of insight into their life. They’ve inherently always felt strange, in a way they don’t know how to communicate, in a way they hope won’t make you walk away from them and deem them unloveable forever.<br />
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In the beginning they’ll keep it up – this nervous charade. Letting you in just enough to know the way their lips taste when they get drunk enough to kiss you in public but just far away you’ll never know what they’re like in the morning when their hair is messy and they’re quiet in their movements. It’s the game they play keeping you close enough to the wall but never so close you might actually get the chance to break through. It’s not fair, they know, but they aren’t sure how to love someone in any other way.<br />
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By now they’ve learned the subtle way to bite the inside of their lip and let the blood flow when you mention your family, the home you grew up in, the holiday traditions you’ve known for years. These things make them uneasy, jealous, even a bit threatened, in a way you’ll never be able to understand. They don’t know what that’s like – to know you can go back to the same address you knew as a kid. They don’t know what that’s like – to know you can go back to the same people you knew as a kid. Stability has always come at a cost to them and because of that they’ve learned to never expect anything from anyone.<br />
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They’ll keep it up and keep it up until you’re both exhausted and weary, rolling around in bed sheets, laughing about something completely mundane, when they realize in a moment they’ve let their guard down. A moment that means nothing to you can mean everything to them. They’ve been longing for this – this undividedness and sense of belonging they can actually touch. So they think for a moment maybe this is a place they can get comfortable – the space between you and them isn’t that far, really, when they think about it. They wonder for a moment if they could even call this space with you home, and if, for once, they might actually have found something real, something tangible in another human being. Immediately they push the thought away and remember they’re not good enough for something like that. A home. Love. A relationship that could actually work. No, these are not the things that happen to bad people, to broken people, to people who come from an unconventional home.<br />
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So that’s what you must remember when you love a person from a broken family – there will be days when they simply feel like they don’t deserve you or your love or this beautiful life you’ve created together. It’s the feeling deep down on their darkest days that they’ll never be enough. When you love a person from a broken family don’t try to fix their issues or understand everything about where they came from – just a little bit of space for them flourish is all they need to grow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-41428188300872752282016-08-03T11:51:00.000-07:002016-08-03T11:51:04.288-07:00 I Don’t Want To Just Be ‘Talking’, I Want To Be Loving <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> I Don’t Want To Just Be ‘Talking’, I Want To Be Loving </span></b></div>
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It seems like our generation is obsessed with “talking.” We like “talking” because it’s casual. It means no commitments. It means we can get dinner three days in a row and then ignore each other’s texts for the next week. Then get dinner again. Repeat. Recycle. Always moving in one place<br />
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Casually texting, casually chatting, casual dates, casual sex, casual talking. Nothing is serious. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is set in stone, rather etched softly in sand. We are told that “talking” is great. Because we can talk to the cute guy who works in the office suite across from us. And the curly haired boy from Tinder. And our old flame from back home. We can keep talking, talking, talking, until our vocal chords are fried and we have nothing left to text back.<br />
But I’m tired of always talking.<br />
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I don’t just want someone to text at 2:00am, I want someone to text when I have a bad day and need someone to cheer me up. I don’t just want to just get dinner for one stray night, but enough times to memorize someone’s favorite food and drink orders. I don’t just want to just keep texting, I want to start living.<br />
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I am tired of cutting off fun conversation in the name of “keeping it cool” and going on fun dinners that end with nothing besides a “let’s do it again.” I do want to do it again, mark me down for every Friday for a while.<br />
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I am tired of ambiguous labels and ironic questions from friends who ask “what are you guys?” Because I don’t know. Nobody does.<br />
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I am tired of trying to balance multiple conversations with multiple people who also have multiple people to text back after me. I am tired of balancing, of calculating, of… “talking.”<br />
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And I’m not saying that I’m ready to commit my whole life to someone, but I am ready for more than a few hours, or a few days. I am ready for more than just talking my life away.<br />
I am ready to start loving.<br />
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I am ready to laugh uncontrollably with someone, at jokes that only the two of us understand. I am ready to read my books leaning against someone’s legs, relishing every opportunity to be close. I am ready to not just show up for dates, but experience a relationship. I am ready to not have my smile fade when it’s time for us to go our separate ways.<br />
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I am ready to build a bond with someone that goes beyond “hanging out” and responding to each other’s snapchats. I am ready to give myself to someone, and see if someone will give themselves to me. I am ready to stop guarding my heart and hedging my bets.<br />
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And I don’t know if it will work out, but I am ready to try.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-80762908781447713412016-08-02T12:01:00.000-07:002016-08-02T12:01:00.153-07:00 Why Rough Sex Makes Me Love My Boyfriend More Than Anything <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> Why Rough Sex Makes Me Love My Boyfriend More Than Anything </span></b></div>
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Of all the guys I have dated, none of them have made me feel as happy and loved as the one who others might say treats me the “worst”. John likes it rough. Like, calling me a ‘slut’ and leaving bruises on my ass rough.<br />
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He studied biology in college and once told me that one thing that really got him off was placing his hand on a woman’s neck during sex. He’d press his thumb against whatever vein is there and press down. Then, when he gets the girl off there’s like a sudden rush of blood there and he can feel the physical proof that he’s made her orgasm. He likes having that kind of ownership over my body.<br />
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When I met him I’d experienced different sides of the spectrum of how men like to have sex. Some like it soft, with as much foreplay as I do, while others were completely emotionally detached (which was no fun for me). I found that most men like at least a little force, if only when they’re really close to cumming. This was always the hottest part, the vivid memory I’d play over in my head again and again the next day — the moment they started to lose control over their better senses and their animal nature took over. It communicated that something about me had made these men so desirous they couldn’t help but be a bit primal about it. What isn’t hot about that?<br />
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John brought that feeling to a whole new level. Every time he walks by me in the apartment he grabs me like I’m his and he has to have me.<br />
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Often when we have sex it doesn’t start as us being in bed. I’ll be making us dinner and he’d come up behind me and press his body into mine, playing a game to see if he could distract me from my task at hand. With his body draped over mine and me pressed into a counter he’d use one hand to grab a fist full of hair and the other to roughly grab at my breasts, pulling them free from my shirt and bra. When he kisses me that way it’s like my entire body is enveloped by his. It makes me feel entirely wanted and loved.<br />
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Other times we’ll be on the couch or in bed and he’ll pull my hand over and drop it on his cock, his silent way of saying “you are mine, and I will use you as I please.” I’ll massage him for as long as I can stand it, before I need to put him in my mouth. On all fours while he lays beneath me he’ll grind his hips to get himself deeper in me and position me until he can reach his arm and me and fuck me roughly with his fingers until I’m gasping all over his dick.<br />
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Has has a special album in his iPhone that’s just photos of my ass in varying states of redness. He’ll have me lay ass up on the bed while he spanks me as many times as it takes for him to be satisfied with the color I turn.<br />
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Once he sent me a text at work that just said, “Don’t plan on sitting down tomorrow.”<br />
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There’s something about a man that knows he wants you and doesn’t treat you like you’re going to break. He cares too much to have some soft, gentle touch. He has confidence in you. He views you as his equal partner in the strong and dizzying act of physically expressing a strong and dizzying romantic love.<br />
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So much of modern dating culture is built around the concept of being cool and chill and never being the one who cares more. But you can’t have rough sex with someone while also being chill. You can’t deny that their body makes you feel, do, and say some insane things. There’s no ambiguity, just the refreshing security of knowing someone is totally and completely into you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-4785223109968529722016-08-01T12:01:00.000-07:002016-08-01T12:01:00.215-07:00 What If I Told You I Missed You <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> What If I Told You I Missed You </span></b></div>
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When I tell you I miss you don’t get that confused with pining after you. In that moment, when we’re speaking, I miss you. I don’t sit around in sweatpants, eating ice cream, wishing you were here and my life is unfulfilling without you… anymore. I don’t think about you every day like I used too. You’re not a memory that appears in my head constantly. I don’t wonder where you are or what you’re doing.<br />
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When your name pops up on my iPhone screen I’m momentarily sent back to when your name was a constant. When you weren’t just a memory but my reality. When you weren’t just letting me walk away without so much as hint of wanting to stop me. But yet you still talk to me. You even tell me that you miss me. That sucks.<br />
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It sucks to let someone go. To not fight for them. But then to tell them on a regular basis that you miss them. You didn’t have to miss me. You don’t have to miss me. You could have just had me. But that was your decision to make it me feel like I wasn’t worth it.<br />
I wasn’t worth your time. I wasn’t worth arguing for.<br />
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But I have major faults in this too. I have so many of them. My ego is hard to deal with. I know that. We both knew that during and after every argument we got into. My ego is damaging but my pride is destroying. I didn’t need you and I made damn sure you knew that. I made sure that when it comes to my life, that I make the decisions and you, well you get what’s leftover.<br />
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My ego. My pride. It’s evident that I can’t say it. I can’t even let you think that maybe sometimes I do pine for you. That sometimes I do wear sweatpants, eat ice cream and think about how amazing it would be if you were here. That I wish I could show you all of the new things in my world you’re missing. That letting you go is something I struggle with daily.<br />
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That missing you has become so natural that it’s just a feeling I bury deep within me.<br />
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We both know that I’ll never come back to you with my heart in my hands begging you to love me. That was pretty clear the last time we talked. I’m strong and I’m tough so you don’t get to see the inside pieces of my heart anymore. The pieces that I’ve been trying to glue back together. The ones I assumed would magically fix themselves after time and miles between us.<br />
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But it doesn’t work that way. Miles and time do work if you’re willing to actively move on. If you’re willing to put in the work to let the other person go. To be completely honest, I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready to pretend that seeing your name on my phone or in my inbox doesn’t make my heart flutter because you want to talk to me. That you want to see how I am. That you still give a shit after all this time.<br />
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And really that’s all my ego needs.<br />
I need to know that I had an effect on your life the same way you had on mine.<br />
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So is it ego or feelings that keep me holding onto you. Wanting to hear you tell me just one more time how great you think I am. Do I miss you or do I miss the way you manage to always say the right things?<br />
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It’s both. My feelings are real. They have to be. And as I have this internal struggle on paper it makes me realize why you let me go in the first place. My never ending back and forth about who I am, what I want and my feelings for you aren’t fair to you.<br />
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So I don’t pine for you, I crave you. I crave the feelings that were once so raw and so real to me. They seem like such a distant memory that they almost don’t feel real anymore. You and I don’t exist anymore. We never will again. So for now I’ll just miss you. Because that’s just where I am. And that’s OK.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-50312678564676744862016-07-10T09:48:00.000-07:002016-07-10T09:48:00.184-07:00 The Unspoken Rule Of Modern Dating: If Your Tie Isn’t Straight, Then You Don’t Love Her <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> The Unspoken Rule Of Modern Dating: If Your Tie Isn’t Straight, Then You Don’t Love Her </span></b></div>
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If your tie isn’t straight, if your shoes aren’t set on the rug by the door, if your dishes are left on the counter by the sink, then you don’t love her.<br />
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See, it’s always been about the little things.<br />
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The smallest gestures that show you love someone. That say silently and unconsciously, she’s on your mind.<br />
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When you truly love someone, it fills every crease and crevice of your life. You think of that person, their desires, their wants and needs, and you become tuned into those things because they matter. Because that person matters.<br />
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You don’t leave your dishes by the sink because it only takes another minute to rinse them and put them in the dishwasher. You don’t walk around the house with shoes on because you know she appreciates her freshly-vacuumed floors.<br />
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You put your tie on straight because that shows you looked in the mirror. That you wanted to make yourself presentable. That you thought of not only yourself, but of her, and desired to look your best, because she’s yours and you’re hers.<br />
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And those little things matter when you’re in love.<br />
If your tie isn’t straight, you don’t love her.<br />
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It’s not because you’re lazy, or forgetful, or made a mistake. It’s because you overlooked this little thing. Which builds into bigger things, which suddenly becomes an attitude of nonchalance. Of indifference. Of falling out of love.<br />
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See, when your tie’s straight, you were purposeful. You were dedicated. You wanted things to be right, even the little things. Because little things matter. Because you love her, and your appearance is a reflection of who you are—your happiness, your confidence, and your representation of two people, not just one.<br />
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It sounds stupid, doesn’t it? That a lopsided tie could suddenly landslide into something much bigger. But it’s the principle of it. The idea that you didn’t look in the mirror. Didn’t ask her to give you a once-over. Didn’t lean into her for a good morning, a good afternoon, a goodnight kiss where she would have immediately pulled back, furrowed her eyebrows, and righted that off-kilter tie.<br />
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You didn’t think to involve her in this seemingly mundane part of your life. And it turns out, these moments actually matter more than you think.<br />
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Maybe it’s stupid, to proclaim that a tie matters so much.<br />
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But maybe it isn’t. Maybe modern-day love really is built on those little moments. Built upon the way we lean into one another, and the way we carry ourselves, show ourselves to the world, boldly proclaiming that Yes, my tie is straight. And yes, I am in love. And I’m proud to show it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-61712158161191779072016-07-09T09:48:00.000-07:002016-07-09T09:48:00.173-07:00 7 Positive Things To Embrace About Modern Dating That Will Make It A Little Less Painful <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> 7 Positive Things To Embrace About Modern Dating That Will Make It A Little Less Painful </span></b></div>
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Whether you’ve been ghosted more than once, or have received one too many dick pics on tinder, we can all agree that modern dating can suck a big one, but there’s got to be some way we can see the silver lining. Make modern dating a little less painful by embracing the lighter side of unsolicited dick pics and all other things this digital twist on love has presented us with.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">1. More sex.</span></b><br />
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Who doesn’t want more sex? With the ability to constantly be in contact with basically anyone who’s everyone, we can have a shit ton of sex with whoever we’d like, whenever we’d like. Even if it’s with fuckboi down the street who calls you Sweet Thang, sex is sex, and sometimes we just need it. Luckily, modern dating has taught us there’s an app for that, or a simple three letter text message, ‘U up?’<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2. If you never want to talk to someone again, you don’t have to.</span></b><br />
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When the guy who’s got a sore ego from you not sleeping with him won’t stop texting you, there’s a block for that. Modern dating allows us to shut people out completely, which is great when you want (or desperately need) it to happen. When that girl on tinder won’t stop asking you if you think she’s pretty, there’s a block for that too. We now have the ability to block all the crazies out of our life for<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">3. There are plenty of fish in the sea.</span></b><br />
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Quite literally if you’re a member on Plenty Of Fish. With the multitude of dating apps out there, you can now pick exactly what type of person you want to date, from farmers to Christians or whatever else you’re into, there’s an online community waiting for you to dive in. For every person who breaks your heart there’s 100 more online waiting to meet you. Sure, we think we know what we want, and most of the time we’re completely wrong, but our endless options will allow us to learn, and if we never learn then we’ll just keep looking.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">4. When you are in love, you can share it with the world.</span></b><br />
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Ever hate those couples who flaunt their undying love for one another on social media? Well, when you fall in love you have the ability to be one of them. As soon as you lock down a significant other, you can’t help but instagram a cliche couple photo with a heart emoji caption. LOVE is in the air, and it’s also taking over your news feed.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">5. When you hate love, you can share it with the world.</span></b><br />
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The great thing about modern dating? When we are SO fed up with it, that we literally want to punch ourselves in the throat, we can vent about it to the entire world on the internet.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">6. We can stalk our exes.</span></b><br />
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While this can be diabolical to the ‘moving on and letting go‘ process, we always want to see what our exes are up to, luckily now we can. Your inner stalker has finally found relief, with Snapchat, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter, we can see exactly what and who are exes are doing…until they block you from all of them, but even then, there’s Google.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">7. We can plot revenge on our exes (we’ve all thought about it).</span></b><br />
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That moment you open Snapchat and watch his Story to see him at a bar nearby, and put on that dress that makes your A boobs look like Cs, then you run into him acting like it’s an accident…it’s a mild revenge, but it still feels extremely satisfying, and it’s possible because of modern dating.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-39875136653627962162016-07-08T09:48:00.000-07:002016-07-08T09:48:07.258-07:00 101 Tinder Pick Up Lines That Are Way Better Than Just Saying ‘Hi’ <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> 101 Tinder Pick Up Lines That Are Way Better Than Just Saying ‘Hi’ </span></b></div>
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You seem awesome and I like awesome people<br />
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Tacos sometime? Check yes or no.<br />
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What’s the weirdest message you’ve ever gotten on here from someone?<br />
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Star Wars or Trek? There is only one right answer.<br />
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Are you emotionally unavailable or emotionally damaged?<br />
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Be honest. Which member of 1D is your fave?<br />
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Hey, I’m looking for a ski-ball partner. You in?<br />
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If we vote opposite on November 2nd, can we still be friends?<br />
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Know how much a polar bear weighs? Well it’s enough to break the ice. Hi!<br />
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My mom told me not to talk to strangers online, but I’ll make an exception for you.<br />
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Sorry for all of the gross messages you probably get here 😕<br />
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Tell you what I want, what I really want. A) To know, who was your favorite Spice Girl? and B) Your number?<br />
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Want to engage in a textually active relationship?<br />
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I bet you’re more cool IRL than via URL.<br />
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Are you a big spoon, a little spoon, or a “GTFO of my bed I’m TIRED!”?<br />
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Are you a little more country or a little more rock n’ roll?<br />
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What’s the most embarrassing thing I’ll find if I Google you?<br />
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I think you’re attractive and would love to get to know you without a screen involved.<br />
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Do you believe in reincarnation? And if so, who/what do you think Chris Farley came back as?<br />
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I can’t wait for you mom to say, “He/She could do better…” after meeting me.<br />
23.<br />
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Would you have talked to me in middle school, or just stared at me awkwardly from across the cafeteria? No judgement.<br />
24.<br />
25.<br />
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I won’t set my phone to silent just in case there’s a chance I’ll hear from you.<br />
26.<br />
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🎶Hello…it’s me…🎶<br />
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(Do you think Adele regrets that song?)<br />
27.<br />
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What sort of opener would get you to talk to me?<br />
28.<br />
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Wanna be pen pals?<br />
29.<br />
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Dogs or cats? There is only one right answer.<br />
30.<br />
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Were you an N’SYNC or a Backstreet Boys fan? How will we raise the kids?<br />
31.<br />
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Swear to drunk I’m not God…just intoxicated by you.<br />
32.<br />
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You know what would be great? Talking to you.<br />
33.<br />
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What was the most random class in college you ever took and secretly were super into?<br />
34.<br />
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I’m watching The Notebook and crying and need to be talked off a ledge. Help?<br />
35.<br />
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I have a problem. I went grocery shopping and there’s no way I can carry all of these bags inside by myself. Wanna do a stranger a solid? I can wait…<br />
36.<br />
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QUICK. Which rom com is your fave?<br />
37.<br />
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We can tell our kids that we met because I accidentally stole your yellow umbrella…<br />
38.<br />
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Would you rather have toes for fingers or fingers for toes?<br />
39.<br />
40.<br />
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I have to be honest, the thought of being around in you in person makes me really nervous but I’m willing to go through it if you’ll go out with me.<br />
41.<br />
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In the words of a 2002 Budweiser commercial, wassup?<br />
42.<br />
43.<br />
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Which Disney Channel Original Movie is your all time favorite?<br />
44.<br />
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Are you a ketchup or mustard kind of guy/girl?<br />
45.<br />
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So who/what do you blame your dating profile on?<br />
46.<br />
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Drink of choice?<br />
47.<br />
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Favorite day of the week?<br />
48.<br />
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Which Meryl is the best Meryl?<br />
49.<br />
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Which Beyoncé is the best Beyoncé? (Jokes every Bey is perfect.)<br />
50.<br />
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I can’t wait for you to talk shit about me to all of your friends.<br />
51.<br />
52.<br />
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Team Jennifer or Team Jolie?<br />
53.<br />
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Bitch about how terrible online dating is & chill?<br />
54.<br />
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Are you Catfishing someone? Just checking…<br />
55.<br />
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Want to get dinner sometime? (Yeah, I’m old fashioned.)<br />
56.<br />
57.<br />
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What is the best compliment you’ve ever received so I know how to flatter you in the future?<br />
58.<br />
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I don’t want to intimidate you but, I made a doctor’s appointment without asking my mom for help this week. No biggie. *slicks hair back*<br />
59.<br />
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Need someone to listen to you complain about that bitch from work for an hour?<br />
60.<br />
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Fuck, marry, kill. Ellen, Oprah, Chelsea Handler?<br />
61.<br />
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If you had been on the Titanic instead of Jack, I bet Rose would have made room for you on the headboard.<br />
62.<br />
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Are you more GOT or LOTR?<br />
63.<br />
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Did you know that if you hit return a bunch while texting, leave two dashes and a long bracket beneath them, you make a very happy whale? You’re welcome.<br />
64.<br />
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I’m writing a book and could use your help. It’s a phone book and it’s missing your number.<br />
65.<br />
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Tell me a story.<br />
66.<br />
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🤘out with your ⌨ out (message me back plz!)<br />
67.<br />
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How long ’till you think we both give up and make a “when we’re 45…” pact with each other?<br />
68.<br />
69.<br />
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I seem to have lost my hesitation with talking to strangers online, can I borrow some of yours?<br />
70.<br />
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Fuck, marry, kill. Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling?<br />
71.<br />
72.<br />
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Real Talk. Who would you want on your team during a zombie apocalypse?<br />
73.<br />
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‘Hej’ is ‘Hi’ in Danish. (And you learn something new every day.)<br />
74.<br />
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If I ask you to coffee, drinks, or a movie which would you be most likely to say ‘yes’ to?<br />
75.<br />
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Favorite pick up line. GO!<br />
76.<br />
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Follow me on Instagram? (Jk I just wanted to stalk your selfies)<br />
77.<br />
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Look up the symbols for Hydrogen and Iodine and that’s what I have to say to you.<br />
78.<br />
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Sup boo (sorry I couldn’t pull that off but it’s nice to unofficially meet you)<br />
79.<br />
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What emoji is your spirit emoji?<br />
80.<br />
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Your phone has GPS right? Because I’m totally going to get lost in those *insert color here* eyes.<br />
81.<br />
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You look like you’d be fun to sit next to in bed with while we both stare at our phones.<br />
82.<br />
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I didn’t sleep all night because I couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not you’d messaged me back!<br />
83.<br />
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What’s up buttercup<br />
84.<br />
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Can we be friends?<br />
85.<br />
86.<br />
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u up? (…to have actually stimulating conversation because I am!)<br />
87.<br />
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What’s something no one would guess about you from a first impression?<br />
88.<br />
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I can Google how to say Hi in like, 101 languages. Wanna see?<br />
89.<br />
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You seem cool. Wanna get to know each other?<br />
90.<br />
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Do you know how I can get verified on Twitter? Asking for a friend…<br />
91.<br />
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If you come across someone you know on Tinder, what’s your protocol? Left or right?<br />
92.<br />
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I’m bored, help me out?<br />
93.<br />
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If you were a booger I’d pick you first.<br />
94.<br />
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Are you a Kelly, a Michelle, or a Beyoncé?<br />
95.<br />
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Let’s go do something fun.<br />
96.<br />
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Want to go get drunk and make some bad decisions?<br />
97.<br />
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If I say just hi with a smiley face, will you ignore me?<br />
98.<br />
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You seem really funny and I like people who make me laugh.<br />
99.<br />
100.<br />
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Want to go talk about where we went to college and what we “do” over overpriced beer?<br />
101.<br />
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A list on the internet told me saying hi was boring, but I still want to say hi to you. So…hi.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-64172496240823581622016-07-07T13:49:00.000-07:002016-07-07T13:49:02.954-07:00LeBron James’s Greatest Quotes<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">LeBron James’s Greatest Quotes</span></b></div>
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Here are 26 of Lebron’s greatest quotes that will elevate your motivation:<br />
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1. “I think, team first. It allows me to succeed, it allows my team to succeed.”<br />
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2. “You have to be able to accept failure to get better.”<br />
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3. “I don’t need too much. Glamour and all that stuff don’t excite me. I am just glad I have the game of basketball in my life.”<br />
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4. “There’s that moment every morning when you look in the mirror: Are you committed, or are you not?”<br />
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6. “Every night on the court I give my all, and if I’m not giving 100 percent, I criticize myself.”<br />
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7. “Commitment is a big part of what I am and what I believe. How committed are you to winning? How committed are you to being a good friend?”<br />
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8. “I always say, decisions I make, I live with them. There’s always ways you can correct them or ways you can do them better. At the end of the day, I live with them.”<br />
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9. “Warren Buffet told me, follow your gut. When you have that gut feeling, you have to go with it don’t go back on it.”<br />
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10. “Ask me to play, I’ll play. Ask me to shoot, I’ll shoot. Ask me to pass, I’ll pass. Ask me to steal, block out, sacrifice, lead, dominate. Anything! But it’s not just what you ask of me. It’s what I ask of myself.”<br />
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11. “I mean, when you grow up in the inner city and you grow up in a single-parent household, that’s – those are humbling times, you know?”<br />
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12. “Greatness is defined by how much you want to put into what you do.”<br />
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13. “Everywhere I’ve been, I’ve been the best player. I love being a leader, and I love being the best. I just want to get better. It’s not about being cocky or selfish or anything like that. It’s just how I am.”<br />
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14. “Once you become a professional athlete or once you do anything well, then you’re automatically a role model. I have no problem being a role model. I love it. I have kids looking up to me and hopefully I inspire these kids to do good things.”<br />
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15. “I’ve always been a leader. I’ve always kind of been the tallest person on the team when I was younger but always kind of the smartest. I was ahead of my time. I wasn’t always the oldest, I kind of was the youngest on the team, but, I kind of knew what to do at times.”<br />
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16. “I hear that word pressure all the time. There is a lot of pressure put on me, but I don’t put a lot of pressure on myself. I feel if I play my game, it will take care of itself.”<br />
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17. “In the next 15 or 20 years, I hope I’ll be the richest man in the world. That’s one of my goals. I want to be a billionaire. I want to get to a position where generation on generation don’t have to worry about nothing.”<br />
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18. “It’s hard to win in the league, because every team is good, they got players on their team. A lot harder than high school. It’s competitive, and that’s what I most love about it.”<br />
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19. “Sometimes in the past when I played something might make me lose focus, or I would go home after a game where I thought I could have played better and I would let it hang over my head for a long time when it shouldn’t. But now, being a parent, I go home and see my son and I forget about any mistake I ever made or the reason I’m upset. I get home and my son is smiling or he comes running to me. It has just made me grow as an individual and grow as a man.”<br />
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21. “I like criticism. It makes you strong.”<br />
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22. “Ever since I was a kid, I was always the winner.”<br />
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23. “To be honest, the play that was drawn up, I scratched it. I just told coach, ‘Give me the ball.’ We’re either going to go to overtime or I’m going to win it for us. It was that simple.”<br />
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24. “I feel confident because I’m the best player in the world. It’s that simple.”<br />
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25. “If you put everything together as far as my mind, my body, my game. If you put everything in one bottle, this is probably the best I’ve been.”<br />
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26. “When I have a bad game, it continues to humble me and know that, you know, you still have work to do and you still have a lot of people to impress.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-20965894227368674422016-07-07T10:46:00.000-07:002016-07-07T10:46:00.182-07:00 16 Things You Should Finally Learn To Let Go Of In Your Mid-Twenties <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> 16 Things You Should Finally Learn To Let Go Of In Your Mid-Twenties </span></b></div>
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1.<br />
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The idea that there is just one perfect person out there who exists solely to be with you, instead of several potential partners you could possibly make a life with.<br />
2.<br />
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The urge to apologize for things you know you don’t need to apologize for.<br />
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The belief that finding a career where you can ‘do what you love’ means that you won’t ever have to do any hard work.<br />
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The way of thinking we’ve all grown accustomed to in which we are convinced that we can find out everything we’ll ever need to know about someone simply by using the phone in our hands.<br />
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The idea that a fun, relaxing weekend always needs to include a ton of social activities with every single person you know.<br />
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The desire to compete with everyone around you for the ‘ideal life’ instead of simply focusing on yourself and what it is that would truly make you happy.<br />
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The instinctive tendency to hold yourself back or play aloof when you finally meet someone you like, because you’ve been told that these games are what is ‘normal’ in the dating world.<br />
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The belief that hard work alone makes you deserving of any raise, promotion, or job that you want.<br />
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The belief that you need to explain yourself and your life choices to every single person that questions you or doubts you.<br />
10.<br />
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The idea that saying ‘thank you’ is a waste of time.<br />
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The (typically subconscious) belief that you should only be kind to someone if it will benefit you in some way.<br />
12.<br />
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The rationalizations you’ve made with yourself over how your body will always be able to bounce back from repeated poor behaviors like over-drinking and unhealthy eating.<br />
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The belief that if a friendship naturally fizzles out, it automatically means that you’re a bad person or friend.<br />
14.<br />
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The idea that you’ll always be capable of changing anyone and everyone for the better.<br />
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The belief that the things happening in the worlds far away from yours are not your responsibility.<br />
16.<br />
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The idea that it’s always too late for a newly discovered dream.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595517656967011807.post-11252908127315907632016-07-06T09:48:00.000-07:002016-07-06T09:48:04.525-07:00 This Is What Loving You Is Like <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;"> This Is What Loving You Is Like </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">like slipping into satin panties,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like when April showers finally do bring May flowers,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like honey dripping down my throat,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like the moon tucking me in with a bedtime story,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like never being late anywhere again,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like suddenly remembering it’s payday,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like my dad giving a thumbs up to me from across the street,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like my mother announcing after 48 years she’s finally pain free, like lavender scented candles and string lights fastened to every corner of the universe,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like humming my favorite song,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like discovering an episode of Buffy I’ve never seen,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like all the good, all the good,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">my darling, it’s all the good,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">there’s just so much good here.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0