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Sticks and stonesIt's a fact of life that hurt is painful. Of course, when you read that, you're probably thinking "Naw, really? Of course it does!"
However, if we stopped to think about it, we would realize how much hurt hurts and on how many different levels hurt hurts. But the thing is, no matter how much or how little we feel some sort of hurt, the pain is still there, and it didn't necessarily have to happen. If it was preventative, it is better to take the ill-tasting medicine than to get- or stay- sick. But when you purposefully injure someone, it is just wrong. The old saying about sticks and stones is a flat out lie. Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words are devastating.
Common GroundWhat does everybody have in common?
Everybody feels. We all have emotions, no matter how hard we try to bury them, whether they are happy or angry or whatever. Everybody feels, just like you do. If something would hurt you, chances are it would hurt somebody else too. Now, that doesn't necessarily mean "do unto others as you would have them do to you" because then some people would go around giving everybody hand jobs, while others would end up giving everybody cookies and there would be an increase in diabetes throughout the world. So, as you can see, this isn't necessarily the way to go.
What is the way to go is to use your own feelings to be sensitive to other people's feelings. I know that everyone is capable of doing this because of how many people abuse that power to hurt people. What we need to do is use the power so that the only time we DO hurt people, it's to redirect them into a path that would be,
Sleep...I think purple bags are forming under my tired eyes
Where is the Sandman when you need him?
But its the fact that the world is crashing
Leaving me thrashing in insomnia over the cold bed sheets
When will my energy leap?
Thoughts crash together like a mosh pit...
What's wrong with----How's he----WHERE IS----GOD, JUST SLEEP ALREADY
Let the THOUGHTS... slip away
PLEASE, JUST SLEEP
just sleep, mind of mine
Markiplier - Draw My Life.Markiplier Draw My Life
“Hello Everybody! Markiplier here and thank you guys so much for being with me through a 1000 videos! It’s hard to even imagine how we’ve gotten from this point, and I REALLY wanted to do something special for the 1000 subscriber milestone, er, not a 1000 subscriber- 1000 VIDEO milestone, and, I think this video is really gonna explain to you guys how I got from point A to point B, and how YOU guys have helped change my life because, um, these things are really important to me because, they tell how I became the person that I am, and I really do appreciate you guys for sticking with me. So, HERE WE GO!!!”
“I was born on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean called O’ahu, which is the third largest island of Hawaii, and home to the city of Honolulu where I was born on a military base. My dad was a career army man, and he had been in the army 23 years before he retired, and appar
100 Reasons to Stay AliveCute animals that make you go, "Kawaii!"The part of the charger you put your foot on while you're derping on the laptop.Pencils so sharp you can possibly murder an undesirable specimen. (I don't suggest that, but you can.)Clear, blue skies.Putting on the headphones after a long day.Realizing you don't have any homework.The feeling of spring after winter."EMERGENCY MESSAGE: Due to extreme weather conditions, all school activities and administrative offices have been closed for today."Dry towels.Belting out your favorite song in the shower.Cute guys.Maybe cute girls.Or maybe both. I don't know your preferences.The sense of accomplishment.Looking in the mirror and trying out your "sexy" pose.Going on DeviantArt to find your messages chock-full of activity notifications.When you're in a radically good mood so you don't have a care in the world.Hilarious videos.Seeing a picture of something that doesn't usually have a face having a face.When your crush smiles at you.Being weird with your BF
Maybe This Is My Last GoodbyeI just have something to say and that is that I can not but
I have tried to get ahead for myself
But I can not
Every time I feel most miserable
Whenever I feel like not worth it to go ahead
I've tried everything
But they just look at me as a useless, stupid good for nothing like a monster
So to go ahead if, just they tell me my faults in the face
They say I have to open my wings and fly towards my destination where I belong
I try to fly, but my wings are broken
And without wings I can not fly to my destination, and if I not go to my destination I have nothing
And if I have nothing to go ahead
Maybe my destiny is in heaven, where there is no evil, sadness or mental illness
She's Gone Forever... Male!Reader x Female!ReaderAN: ... Eha.. I dunno, but I NEED TO WRITE THIS OAO|l|
Right... So, just to let you guys know, the Female reader isn't really in this story '-' She's only mentioned in this story, but not exactly 'in' it Ha, that's what she said ;D I'm hoping I can think of more ideas so I can write more Female Reader x Male Reader short stories :>
Sorry if you don't like this >.< I just wanted to try it out ;u;
This is for two readers! 8D If you're the only person reading, then... I dunno, come up with a guy/girl name or someone you like :3
It was late night. Probably around 11/12-ish. At the back of an alley, there was shouting. The sound of a body hitting the pavement came afterwards.
"She's mine!" a gruff voiced hissed. "You lay your hands on her one more fucking time, I swear I will kill you without hesitation." He walked back in the building, slamming the door behind him.
Today My Hands Reek of Doctor Office SoapBecause I frantically washed my hands in the back room
Because I’m one anxious little fuck when it comes to needles and
Crying children in the hallways and rooms where the walls are paper thin
Because I nearly pass out when needles are stuck into my arm several times
Because no one can ever find a goddamned vein the first time
Trying to calm myself as the doctor comes back in and the first words out of my mouth are
“So what are some good anxiety medications these days?”
a letter to her My darling sunshine,
I know that we're about 1000 miles apart, but my heart feels tied to yours and I can't seem to let you go. My heart tells me that you're my soul mate, that you're my other half, that you're supposed to be loved by me and I by you. Age is just a number. I know that. In your Valentine's Day card, you told me to believe in us, to believe that one day we'll be together forever. I can't wait until that day!
Recently, you suggested we take a break because our distance is too big for you... I told you that'd be okay, I told you that I could wait for 4 more years (seeing as that's how many years of school I have left). You still call me your lovely pet names for me: Babe, darling, deary, and my favorite - your shooting star. You still tell me that you love me, and I tell you that I love you more. I do believe in us, I do believe that some day soon, we'll be together forever.
You, my dear, are my best friend... And I'm yours, you told me so yourself. I won't let you g
Stream of ConsciousnessSteam of Consciousness
Second grade must seem like limbo now. I was a naïve kid. I didn’t do anything in class unless told to. Being the new girl, no one associated with me unless told to by Sister Raphael. I didn’t care though, I just did what I was told, did my work, at lunch at my desk when everyone sat with each other, did more work, and then went home to do homework and play with my toys. The boys were all right; I worked well enough with them. Didn’t do anything outright. The girls went out of their way to ignore me, talk about me, but I didn’t notice. It was normal to do so, I thought. I knew right from wrong like how they said it in the Bible; I knew they were being bad. But if it affected me at all, I was soon distracted by something else. I just went with the motions.
-- (my name), come here.
Sister Raphael waved me to her desk. I was nervous at first, shivers going up and down my body and my heart jumping, but when I sat down, we ate together, an
When and WhyWhen is a good time to get hurt?
The only good time is to get hurt a little before we get hurt a lot, like how bracing yourself from falling can sting, but it hurts a lot worse when you don't. When you are preventing a bigger pain, it is ok, but there are still ways to make the hurt less painful. Just use your own feelings to be sensitive of theirs.
So if that's the only time when it's ok to hurt, why do we do we hurt people all those other times?
It's because we are insecure about something and don't know how to react to certain people. Some people react more viciously to more people than others because everyone also handles their problems differently. For example, children in the same environment, like siblings, usually turn out completely different. Just like people that have faced the same pains have different ways of turning out because of it.
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