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[thoughts-memories]

[bertholt-deactivated20191008]

walking out of a bathroom with no hand dryers like

[jamiebenn]

if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper “shut the fuck up” at least once every five minutes

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[today-ifuckedup]

Today, I fucked up... by launching a spider

So I am laying in my bed relaxing after a long day at work when I feel a tickle near my ankle. Being too tired to move, I ignore. That is until I realize this tickle is moving around and down my foot. I sit up and see a decent sized spider scurrying down my foot. Being deathly afraid of our eight-legged friends, the “holy shit there’s a spider on me” feeling kicks in and I flail my leg violently up in the air to get this thing off of me. This is where the story turns from run-of-the-mill spider murder to the stuff of nightmares. It happened to be particularly warm outside on this night and I had the ceiling fan in my room running at high speed. Keep in mind that my bedroom is in a finished attic, so the ceiling is lower than in a normal room. As I catapulted this devil into the air, rolling off the bed in the process, I hear a slight “poof” and look up to see a small darkish cloud. No. No. This can’t be.

It was FUCKING. RAINING. BABY. SPIDERS.

The motherfucker was pregnant and now all of her spider babies were descending down upon my chest, my face, my arms, everywhere. It seemed like there were hundreds. Surprised I didn’t go into shock and die right then and there. Needless to say I scurried outta there and left my house. Maybe for good.

Check out more TIFUs: Internet`s best fuck ups are here.

[earlysea]

I’m the founder of the “I suck at keeping the conversation going, but I really like talking to you” club

[hplyrikz]

[rbieber]

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[bittersweet-vainity]

Love this 😍😍

[kushandwizdom]

You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat the people who helped them, when they no longer need help..

[kushandwizdom]

It’s bad manners to say “ I love you ” with a mouth full of lies.

(via kushandwizdom)

[words-of-emotion]

At this point I don’t even care. I’m just going with the flow. Whatever happens, happens.

(via words-of-emotion)

[iglovequotes]

http://iglovequotes.net/

[plasdickbottle]

probably

[wordsnquotes]

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge… Don’t apologize for being who you are.

Danielle Laporte  (via wordsnquotes)

[kingga-xo-deactivated20161209]

do u ever just wanna sit outside with someone and talk all night?

[sirewordplayj-deactivated202408]

yup but not too many down for #TheConversing

[kushandwizdom]