You say in you're "about me" thing you say: "I am one of the most accepting people you will ever lay eyes on", but you do an awful lot of slut-shaming on your page, which is extremely judgemental really. It's judging a person for how they dress/how they act or what they do with their own body. Slut-shaming is a pretty horrible thing to do...
Oh.. I’m sorry that being a slut or acting like one should be something that people look up to or admire. I mean, essentially it is their body and their decision. But when you do shit with a bunch of people, you can’t help but expect other people will find out about it. It’s just sad that so many girls have so little self-respect and are so willing to just give out their bodies to anyone.
I find myself putting my own life and own happiness on hold because I’m so busy trying to better other peoples lives and make them happy
My mom is my best friend
I’m stubborn as fuck when I’m upset
I am in love with Ryan Gosling, Jesse Bradford, Beyonce & Shia Labeouf
I know a lot of shit about a lot of different people
Family Guy and That 70’s Show make every day a little bit better
I love watching movies more than anything
I’ve grown to be really fond of Steve Carell
I used to be really open but definitely closed myself off a lot
People tell me I give fantastic fucking hugs
I literally really only ever talk to—on a daily basis—a maximum of 2 girls. The rest of my social life consists of beautiful boys who get me through each day
I am one of the most accepting people you will ever lay eyes on
I cannot tolerate immaturity, at all
I actually like hospitals
14 not so basic facts about you:
My weekends consist of staying indoors
My hands are just naturally really soft
I want to get a job
I don’t get nearly enough sleep
That in turn makes me sick a lot
I need to start putting myself first more and it’s a lot harder than it seems
I believe I’m put in peoples lives for a short period of time to help them grow in some way or help them figure out something about themselves and then they leave and take what they learned and put that towards another friendship or a relationship
I have this one best friend who seems like they want nothing to do with me anymore and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or what happened and it just fucking blows my mind
Someone I once considered a psychologist is now considered to be family, like another parent that takes place of the one that doesn’t act like one
I laugh so much but I love it
All I want to do sometimes is just dance my life away
I got my blood drawn for the first time 2 weeks ago and although I was terrified, it was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be
My mom is literally always right
She is a beautiful human being and I just want her to be with someone who treats her the way she deserves to be treated and I just want her happy
13 ways you break the ice:
I don’t fuckin’ know.
12 signs you’re into someone:
I start the conversations
I don’t give you short responses, and we actually talk in-depth about things
I actually want to hang out with you
I am openly perverted with you
I compliment you
I listen to you
I give you really good advice
I ask you weird questions
I expect good honest answers in return
I tell you about my past
I tell you about the fucked up shit that consumes my mind
11 signs you’re not into someone:
Same applies to this as what applied in the section above this.
I stop answering you or don’t make an effort to talk to you
I never seem excited about wanting to see you, or make plans
You are ignorant
You are a whore
You don’t have any consideration for other peoples feelings
You don’t like Ryan Gosling
You are not able to hold a good conversation
You try and hit on me
You treat me differently in front of your other friends
You aren’t openly sexual, at least with just me
10 things you do when you’re bored:
Spend all of my time on here
Or on Facebook
Or on youtube
I watch HBO movies
I listen to Foster The People
I creep on people
I think about life
I look up quotes
I torment my brother
9 things that make you happy:
My boyfriend and when we get in arguments and how we make up afterwards and everything is just good
When my brother is nice to me
Hand-written personal notes
Love. And I don’t mean that as in just a relationship sense. I mean like any bond that is between two people who really care about each other
Spending time with my mommy
8 things you’re known for:
A lot of people come to me when they need advice or someone to confide in.
Being really friendly and sweet
Being very accepting
My nickname, kelwork
And then those ignorant fucks that know me for
Being a bitch
Or just being things that I really am not. Jealousy is a bitch
7 things you want to do:
Get out of my house for a little while
Snuggle with someone
Go see a movie
Get all dolled up
Reconnect with people I miss who I no longer really talk to
6 things you’ll never do:
Move far from my mom
Let people take advantage of me again
Let everyone I love down
Change who I am unless it is for the better
Kiss or fuck anyone I don’t genuinely care about
Tell all the secrets I know about different people
5 good things about you:
I will make you laugh
I will make you feel good about yourself
I have the biggest heart
I am the most selfless person you will ever meet
I have the ability to make people fall in love with me
4 bad things about you:
I’m not used to being helped out when it comes to my problems, so when people attempt to help me I become really stubborn.
I am way too sensitive at times.
I let my fears hold me back sometimes
I blame myself for things I shouldn’t, a lot
3 ways to make you cry:
Totally and completely breaking my trust
Hurt someone I love and care about
Put on a really sad movie or video
2 ways to win your heart:
Be yourself whenever you are around or talking to me
Let me make you happy
1 thing you need to say:
Whoever you are reading this, you are loved. I know life can be extremely difficult, especially when you’re a teenager. Although I’m not eliminating the fact that adults have it rough as well. But I just want you to know something, whoever you are. I may not know you, you may not know me. But I know how it feels to want to be done with life, with the struggles that come along with it. I know how it feels to feel like no one gives a fuck about you and how it feels to be alone even when you’re surrounded by friends or family. I know how it feels to contemplate suicide and I know how tempting the idea can or may be. But I want you to know that someone in this world cares about you. Someone in this world loves you so much. Someone in this world is in love with you and thinks you’re a beautiful person. And if at least one person in this world thinks that about you, then that should stop you from going through with whatever suicide attempt you were planning to make. Life is not easy on anyone. We all need to get through it together. Stay strong, whoever you are.
when people just walk out without explanation. Do you understand what that does to a person? Sure, you think walking out on someone is no big deal, but it actually is. You see, when you walk out on someone without an explanation or a hint as to why you’ve done so, you make them question crazy things. What did I do wrong? Did I say something, bad? What just fucking happened? It’s a psychological thing that makes them question everything, think before they act, and makes them a lot more paranoid. For future reference, if you leave without a reason, don’t come back with an excuse.
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”