People always come up to me and say that my smoking is bothering them… Well, it’s killing me!
—Wendy Liebman
#Bestparenting
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My life for a question
You feel wounded,
Yet you sport no cuts
You feel poisoned,
Yet there is no trace of toxin
You feel broken,
Yet you are one piece
How could one so whole,
Feel such pain?
How could happy smiles and laughter
cleverly conceal such cruel violence?
When did those unsheathed swords begin to turn
Towards you?
Would life happier if you clung desperately to false hope?
Would it be more content if you ignore the daggers thrown at you?
Would it hurt more if the dagger missed your heart?
And you kept on living with the one that threw it?
But who knew the sharpest, and most hurtful dagger
Is wielded by those whom you trusted the most?
(by 16 year old angsty Lou)
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It’s time.
Okay, just watched it and cried again.
This ad makes me proud to be Australian. Equality
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I hate Summer.
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Dying alone
“I don’t want to die alone”. Christ, you’re not alone as long as you have one person in the world that loves you (friend or family). Besides, even if you do find that one person who is prepared to shackle themselves to you forever (until death do you part) you either:
a) die first
b) watch them die, and live ‘alone’ until you perish as well.
c) are involved in some tragic accident that claims both your lives simultaneously.
That’s life. I choose to love as much as I can, while I can. It hurts to lose someone (friend, family or lover) but I would suffer all the grief and torment in the world for the moments of happiness I live for now.
Good God! How often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
—Alexander Pope
