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Saturday, July 16, 2011

Instead of telling you

Instead of telling you how I feel, I sit on *removed* and post everything you'll never know ;)
I don't care if you suffer but you're 
the last person want reading that stuff :P

Waking up...



— Unknown

“Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either. There isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you’re alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn’t anyone who won’t take ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.”

its in the details

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

Pretty Girl Swag

The worst thing a guy can do...

is make a girl fall for him

with no intentions of catching her

A 3 months pregnant woman falls into a deep coma. 6 months later, she awakes and asks the doctor 'bout her baby.

  • Doctor: You had twins, a boy and a girl, and they are both fine. Luckily, your brother named them for you.
  • Woman: Oh no, not my brother! He's an idiot! What did he name the girl?
  • Doctor: Denise.
  • Woman: Well it isn't so bad, and what did he call the boy?
  • Doctor: Denephew.

That moment when you're so pissed that you just hate every single thing that's existing.

could be brilliiant

That awkward moment when you are so bored and say you have nothing to do but in reality you have a bunch of homework to do and you still rather being bored than doing it.

When That One Person Text's you...

Math is the only place where I hear a person buying 60 watermelons.

“Juan wants to buy 30 pounds of candy-“

“I had 10 chocolate bars. I ate 9 of them. What do I have now?”

it's really your mistake

It's not your mistake if you can't read the eyes which cheats you but it's really your mistake if you can't read the eyes which cares you. Good Day!

That moment when your teacher tells you to sit next to someone you don't like.

Guys in dress shirts, v-necks or plaid shirts ...

With their shirts unbuttoned…

And their sleeves rolled up…


That awkward moment when you don't know how to continue a conversation with someone you care about and you just sound really boring.

Dad spends school year waving at bus, embarrassing son


he is not embarrassing. HE IS AWESOME.

I didn’t notice at first, but he only has one leg and holy shit dude, THIS GUY IS AWESOME, OK?!!!