#whataboutyou?

[itheindecisiveone-blog]

If I could have a superpower,

I would want the ability to temporarily transfer emotions between myself and other people.  As in, I could just look at someone and feel what they’re feeling.  Or touch someone’s arm and have them feel my own emotions for a few moments.  It would be sort of similar to reading someone’s thoughts, but it wouldn’t be as intrusive or tempting as that.  It would just allow me to communicate and understand on a deeper level when words don’t necessarily do it justice.  Not as cool as flying or telekinesis, sure.  It’s something simple and subtle, but an ability I would like to have nonetheless.

[paintmethelight-blog]

Random fact: I like the butt end of the bread more than I like the middle part

[thestoryplaceproject-blog]

anonymous-

Around 8 years ago, I was around 7. It was a completely normal day an there was nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. Around 8:00 pm my family gathered for prayers. Being a strong catholic family, the rosary was a daily routine to us. Halfway into the rosary my dad's cell began to ring. We usually don't answer phones while prayers but because it was a foreign number from India, my dad answered the phone. The next thing I knew was him leaving the room, tears over flowing. Apparently his grandmother, my great grandmother passed away. As a child my dads parents lived in a different state in India and were constantly working. Therefore it was his grandmother that raised him in his youth and they shared a strong bond. You never feel so vulnerable as to when you see your father cry. The experience made me wonder what I would have felt if something like that was to happened to me. I never really knew my great grandmother but it was obvious that she meant a lot to my dad. If I was to give one piece of advice based on this incident it is to never take the people around you for granted. It is only the day you lose them you realize what they actually meant to you.

[mycynthia]

I am certain that it changes people. They've forgotten things... many things... memories, dates, boundaries... many things.

I wonder... if I'm gone will the memories and emotions come back? Will you be sorry? I'm sure you will... and I bet you know you will too, but that won't stop you from hanging on to your pride while I'm still here.

I've forgiven...