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TURN ONS: HAVING A SKELETON

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beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

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holy what this is so perfect 

Depression / Self Harm / Suicide / Advice blog

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Today, I went to my boss’s house for a little get together before the semester is officially over. I was there for a mere 30 minutes before I ended up at the play set with 4 children. To sum up what I was doing, my friend texted me, asking me “what’s your 20?” Where I simply responded with “I’m a princess, guarding a fort, with cake and ice cream”
He responded with “Did you eat the acid candy?”
Granted, I actually had fun playing with these kids. It was like I was home, and all of my cousins and their kids were over, and I was playing with them like I always do.
I also love how truthful and curious children are. My boss’s son randomly out of the blue asked me “Is your mom black?” I had to correct him by telling my dad was. But he told me it was because I was a little darker than most people.
These moments make me realize I’m doing the right thing, working with kids. It’s crazy to think I’m going to be in a 3th grade classroom 4 days a week for full school days. I’m getting closer and closer to working my dream job. It’s terrifying, but warming at the same time…

By the way, no acid was consumed in the making of or prior to this post :)

mordeshakess:

the best picture there is of this blue jay

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Yes Jim. Yes.

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My body is a cage
We take what we’re given
Just because you’ve forgotten
That don’t mean you’re forgiven

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oceanisity:

I want to sleep with you, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. I don’t know, I guess something about being able to synchronize our breathing to our own heartbeats really attracts me to the idea. I’d love to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and the smell of your hair. If I had my way, we’d cuddle and tell each other childhood stories before finally falling into a silent bliss. I want to sleep with you because I want to see if you snore, and if you do, I’ll tease you about it for the rest of our lives together. I want to be able to wake you up with a dozen kisses, just to stare into your eyes and silently communicate to you just how much I love you, because I just can’t find the words. Look forward to waking up to the smell of pancakes and pure sunshine, but don’t go anywhere. Yes that’s right, I’m cooking you breakfast in bed.

^ this is amazing 

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feyminism:

#me when i’m a parent 

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 Next time, we should invite Leslie to go. She’d like that.

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I don’t cry often like I use to when I was little. But when I do cry, it’s like everything is escaping. This is what happens when I get beyond overly stressed, and I have way too much bottled up in me.

One friend told me that being sad is the best feeling, because you can only get happier from there. Another told me it’s therapeutic.

I’m a mess right now. I have cried yesterday, and I just did (granted, it was watching The Office because there’s one episode left, but I digress). And each time that I do, I feel better. Because I know issues are being resolved. Feelings trapped inside me are getting out. Things are getting better for the time being. And I’m getting less and less sad.

I just need to survive one more week. And then I can step into my other world that I’ve neglected: Home.

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