Video reblogged from Sipping on the Sweet Nectar (of your Memories)
well this made my day.
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Best video on YouTube. Ever.
Better than Ozzy asking who Bieber was.
Thanks to my friend Stevie.
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Photo reblogged from Forever with your soul
super cute squirtle headphones ^_^
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Link reblogged from common dense
common dense: How to Stay Stressed →
How to Stay StressedTAKE PLENTY OF STIMULANTS. The old standards of caffeine, nicotine, sugar, and cola will continue to do the job just fine.
AVOID “WOO-WOO” PRACTICES. Ignore the evidence suggesting that meditation, yoga, deep breathing, and/or mental imaging help to reduce stress. The Protestant work ethic is good for everyone, Protestant or not.
GET RID OF YOUR SOCIAL SUPPORT SYSTEM. Let the few friends who are willing to tolerate you know that concern yourself with friendships only if you have time, and you never have time. If a few people persist in trying to be your friend, avoid them.
PERSONALIZE ALL CRITICISM. Anyone who criticizes any aspect of your work, family, dog, house, or car is mounting a personal attack. Don’t take time to listen, be offended, then return the attack!
THROW OUT YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR. Staying stressed is no laughing matter, and it shouldn’t be treated as one.
MALES AND FEMALES ALIKE - BE MACHO. Never ever ask for help, and if you want it done right, do it yourself!
BECOME A WORKAHOLIC. Put work before everything else, and be sure to take work home evenings and weekends. Keep reminding yourself that vacations are for sissies.
DISCARD GOOD TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS. Schedule in more activities every day than you can possibly get done and then worry about it all whenever you get a chance.
PROCRASTINATE. Putting things off to the last second always produces a marvelous amount of stress.
WORRY ABOUT THINGS YOU CAN’T CONTROL. Worry about the stock market, earthquakes, the approaching Ice Age, you know, all the big issues.
BECOME NOT ONLY A PERFECTIONIST BUT SET IMPOSSIBLY HIGH STANDARDS …and either beat yourself up, or … feel guilty, depressed, discouraged, and/or inadequate when you don’t meet them.
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presents in the past
Tesla, you are too good to be true. Why can’t I find a girl like you?
Just because I’m a guy doesn’t mean I don’t like slipped notes in my books or sweater pocket. I would absolutely love flowers and a card once and awhile. There has never been a time when a girl has snuck into my back yard and thrown stones or even knocked at my window. Even show up at my door. When will I receive a sweater to wear when I’m cold? I suppose I’m a bit sizable, but the thought is still true. How about a mixtape, or even playlist for my iPhone?
No wonder I’m good at this “be macho, stay away and let me miss you” thing. I am such a girl!
While we’re on the subject of what I want…I want to keep going here. I want books that she’s read and that she’ll think I’ll like. I want framed pictures of monumental moments in our love. I want valentines and romantic movies. I want to be taken out for dinner, of any kind. I want breakfast in bed, and shirts or sweaters for gifts. All of these things I’ve never had while in love. I want them.
But I definitely don’t need them. They’d be nice, but love felt great giving all of that.
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shelter
I’m happy for you. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but I don’t have anything else.
I’m going to isolate myself. No more outgoing texts, no more reaching out. No more facebook, that’s done. (don’t think I want to go without facebook hah)
I’ll be checking emails and such. But if I’m such a great person, as everyone has said, they will be intending to reach me, right? And even if they don’t, I’m sure that I’ll discover much more without the intention of showing someone greatness, or the distraction of proving it. The only thing I wish I had in this moment (well, not only) is a laboratory.
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darlin’, really the only thing i can say in reply to all the goings on is that i have a strong feeling this won’t kill you. and, just maybe, it might be a good thing. i know that’s a rash statement to make, harsh considering the wounds are raw, but knowing you and knowing what i know about this particular situation, i have a feeling it’s not downhill from here. i think you did all you could, you gave it the best shot possible. maybe it wasn’t all in vain.
however, that said, don’t think i’m trying to rationalize those crazy actions of hers. that’s not just right, stringing someone along for that long, just to hold on to some strand of comfort and familiarity to save one’s sanity. how ruuuude! i’m sorry it happened that way. you don’t deserve that at ALL, and i think you acted reasonably given the circumstances. from your words, you kept your head, and that’s more than i could say i’d do. if i were to step into her shoes, i can grasp her standpoint from a distance: she felt too settled for a free-bird. that’s how i feel almost always, which in turn unsettles me, ironically. still not justified, but this brings me to my next point.
Dave. it’s crazy how it all unfolded. i’m still in awe that it’s my current reality, i’ve had to pinch myself a handful of times to make sure i’m not dreaming. i’m still expecting to be shaken awake at any given moment, and it’s been almost three weeks. it’s so surreal. this is how it began: i don’t remember if i told you about him this summer, or in february even.. he and i have been really good friends for the last ten or so months. i met him at work, and we would catch up once or twice a week for dinner or coffee or a nature walk. strictly platonic, but never discussed. i suppose i had always assumed he didn’t have feelings for me because he didn’t act on them, and i wasn’t pining for him either, but in the last month before it all began i had started to see him differently.. i’m not sure if it was his haircut or my other two friends moving away at the same time or just the exact extent of our friendship hitting me all at once (a couple extremely well-thought out gifts (songs in the key of love on vinyl, an alice in wonderland mug from disneyland (we had seen the movie in theatres) etc, and favours (he took care of jelly when i was in calgary) started to make a lot of sense) i began to wonder what it would be like to be with him, and then it happened.
he nervously arranged a conversation on my front steps a couple monday’s ago after work earlier on in the day. during my shift i had it set in my head he was going to propose something enormous. i was right. he delivered the news that he was crazy about me and couldn’t just be my friend anymore. he needed a kiss or a handshake. i was flattered, not to mention floored. after my previous encounters with men i had started to give up on the male species altogether, and i was in awe that someone so grounded and real and genuine could find anything to like in me. he goes on a tree-planting trip in the interior of BC every year and he said he couldn’t get me out of his head the whole time, he tried and failed and couldn’t shelf the feelings he had developed for me. i was gripping my tea like a madwoman, trembling, in shock. scooching closer, i sealed the deal with a smooch and it’s been a dream since.
we’re well on our way to becoming scrabble wizards, playing a game almost every night, never keeping score, always winning. we fed chickadees out of the palms of our hands in the forest last weekend. he took me to a pre-season canucks game on a hockey bus for our first date, with two of his best friends and their girlfriends which are all equally as awesome. a triple-first date that was as comfortable as a cup of earl grey but exhilarating as a roller coaster ride. such a strange and lovely contrast. last last week we listened to for emma, forever ago by bon iver on vinyl while laying in bed after smoking a j and making an indoor picnic to devour. at risk of sounding corny, he completes me. (barf) i finally understand couples in public, i GET IT now, everything disappears when i’m anywhere with him and he’s the only thing on my mind. first and foremost. he’s on a mission to obtain an exact count of the freckles on my nose, and to kiss every inch of me. i’m so enamored, and i still can’t believe how lucky i am. it’s a little intimidating because i’m worried about screwing it up, but i’m learning to let things be.
aaaaand that’s enough of that. i’m sure the last thing you want to hear about as your heart’s torn to shreds is how elated i’ve been. :|
CONGRATS ON THE PART!!! :D:D:D that’s incredible! where have i heard of three sisters before? and to top it off, those classes.. you find they’re helping, yeah?
hey, Steven, i love you so much. it hurts me to know you’re hurting and that i can’t be there for you, flesh and bones, but i want you to know i’m here for you always. i’m not there, but i’m there for you. it’s so tough to be selfish, to desire happiness for yourself, i know this because i’m just trying it out myself and so far i’ve found it to be rewarding.. it’s easier in my case because i’ve isolated myself from the moves and my actions but it will get easier. you can quote me on that.
xo
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