“Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you either.”—
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.” There would have been more “I love you’s.” More “I’m sorry’s.” But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it , live it and never give it back.
I’ve learned that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change. I’ve learned that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. I’ve learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. The same goes for true love. I’ve learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. I’ve learned that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you can’t. I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. I’ve learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you. I’ve learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place. I’ve learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. I’ve learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score. I’ve learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. I’ve learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down, will be the ones to help you get back up. I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel. I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have. I’ve learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived. I’ve learned that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief. I’ve learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. I’ve learned that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do love each other. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever. I’ve learned that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different. I’ve learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you. I’ve learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you you will find the strength to help. I’ve learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. I’ve learned that the people you care about most in life are sometimes taken from you too soon I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back. I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts I’ve learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. I’ve learned that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them. I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you think you can’t. I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. I’ve learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you. I’ve learned that learning to forgive takes practice. I’ve learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don’t know how to show it. I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have. I’ve learned that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’m not sure if everyone here on Tumblr knows who I am, how I look like, how old I am, or even what my name is for that matter.
Well, I’m a 16 year old teenager who is still schooling. I’m pretty motivated for my passion - graphics design. I enjoy it. It makes me happy.
I look normal. And my name is… well, lets call me Person D. Alright fine. My name is Davee. There. I’ve said it. Don’t forget. Cuz your mum will be moaning it tonight. ;)
Like most people here, I’m a Tumblr addict. And I need rehab. No seriously, I do. This is like my second venting place. I come here to tell people like you about my on-going daily life. It’s a hell of a roller coaster ride.
Even though you don’t know me. I know that most of you guys read my post. Just like how you’re reading this post right now. But as for the people who do know me, I can tell you this. My life is just as twisted as yours. It’s not perfect nor am I.
As for those who are from my school and goes on my blog on a daily basis and well… idk if it’s “stalking” or “wanting to know” about how I’m going with my life, and then goes telling other people about it. Then well, I just wanna give you a BIG FAT FUCK YOU WITH A “SUCK MY DICK” FOR A SIDE DISH. Because whatever I write here is my business. You can take a look, you can read, you can make comments but what you see here on my blog isn’t even half of the shit I feel or go through. So SUCK MY 40INCH COCK if you think you know me cuz you clearly don’t.
I know a few people from my school or others who goes on here and well… “STALK” me and then goes telling their “friends” or whatever about what I’m going through or who my “sad ass depressed” blogs are about. Well, yeah? NOW THAT YOU’VE READ THIS BLOG. GO AND TALK SHIT ABOUT IT TO YOUR “GALZ”. Pfft.
I really and honestly don’t care less if you’re talking about me and referring to this. This is the internet. Dinner is served. Eat it or starve.
I am afraid that one day he’s going to move on. And the person he chooses is going to be you. I don’t know who you are, but I know that you will be one of the most happiest girl alive because I was when he chose me.
I just want to say that I am grateful for him to have found you. And I hope that you will treat him ten times better than I ever did. I think that you will be very satisfied with him. He has the whole lot.
He has been through alot with me and also his past ex. He has been hurt over and over again. I should know, because I’ve caused him the pain. He has a very fragile mind and heart. Please don’t feed him lies and bullshit like I did because he will be torned apart and that means he will be going to bed in tears at the end of every night.
Please do message him a good morning text everyday, before school to tell him that you hope he has a good day with his friends and for him to focus in class, because he does get distracted and influenced easily by his boys. Also, message him at the end of every night to tell him that you love him and hope he has a good night sleep with sweet dreams and you will talk/see him tomorrow.
Make him feel like the most important person in the world. Tell him that you like the way he make you feel and how your stomach tends to explode with butterflies every time he smiles. Make sure that he feels loved.
Please forgive him easily when he makes you angry because I know that he doesn’t mean it. You don’t have to worry about talking to your guy friends because he is a very understanding guy. He doesn’t jump to conclusion so your heart can be at ease when you’re talking to your male bestfriend.
He can, at times, be very stubborn but that’s just who he is and he can’t help it. Please just try to understand him because he’s just in a fragile state of confusion. Sometimes he will need help with his problems, so I hope you would sit there and just listen to him and make him feel wanted even if the whole 3 hours of him talking is boring you out.
And remember, at the end of every day… do remember to ask him; “How was your day?” because he will have alot to tell you. He sure had a whole lot to tell me. And remember to tell him how your day was in return. Tell him what you learned in class. Tell him what you and your girlfriends got up to. Tell him the latest gossip in your grade. Tell him what subject you hate and what subject you like. Tell him how your maths class went. Tell him how much you missed him in class and how you couldn’t wait to talk to him after school. Just tell him everything because he will love hearing it. He will love hearing your voice.
He’s a growing boy therefore he eats alot so remember to buy him alot of food. He loves maxibon ice-cream. So if you must, buy him a whole box for his birthday. Or better yet, when he’s sad or stressed out, run to the corner shop and buy the ice-cream then just sit there in front of the TV and eat it with him while watching his favourite series, Avatar The Last Air Bender. It will make him feel better.
I know this is alot to ask for, especially from someone who broke his heart but I just want him to be happy; with or without me. I want him to feel special and wanted. I hope you cherish him with all your heart because that boy is a keeper. He knows exactly what to say and when to say it. Please don’t rip out his heart like the way I did.
I hope he will erase the thoughts of me and replace it with happy memories of you two. I can’t wait til’ the day we walk pass each other and I will thank you for simply building up his love-esteem again. I know you will complete him.
With love, the girl who caused him more than just a headache. The one who broke his heart and hoping that one day some other girl will glue it back together.
-olyviane: You can paint your nails in any color you want and make it as presentable as you please. You can put on acrylic nails to to enhance a more healthy looking nails. It’s the same things as lies. You can twist your words around to pretty it up. You can paint over it as many time as you want to cover up the truth. You can hide the truth like acrylics hide a person’s real nails. But what’s one thing they all have in common? Nail polish will eventually chip away within time period. The truth will start to come out, whether you find out from that person because of guilt, or because you find out on your own. But go ahead and pretty up the truth until it starts to become lies, because either way, I will find out one way or another.
You know how sometimes you get that gut feeling about something? Like even though it’s “too good” or “too bad” to be true? Yeah, well I have that gut feeling right now. And it’s not long until I find out the truth. I don’t want to believe it, but I know for a fact that everything you’ve told me was a lie and I’m just s big sucker for it. You’ve done it twice, and I’ve forgiven you for it. Please don’t hurt me for the third time. Cus boy, three strikes and you’re out.
People need to understand that children with special needs are not sick. They are not searching for a cure, just acceptance. This week is for special needs education. Ninety three percent of the people will not copy and paste this. Will you be part of the seven percent that will and will you leave it on your wall for at least an hour?
In kindergarten, your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In first grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In second grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn’t have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you so that if they said no, you wouldn’t have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade, your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.
In eighth grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball cards so that your room would be a “high schooler’s” room but didn’t laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who went to that “cool” party thrown by a senior so you wouldn’t wind up being the only freshman there.
In tenth grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedules so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn’t be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.
At graduation, your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn’t deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for college and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you’re scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!
-cremedelacreme: I don’t know where we stand. It’s always a game between you and I. You know I love you, you know that I’ve been there since day one. I’ll always be down for you no matter what, you’ve made a long-lasting friend in me. But lately, I’ve been questioning myself if this is worth it. We don’t talk anymore. But when we do, it’s amazing. It feels as though the time spent apart is no longer relevant. It seems as though you never took time off and went on hiatus from my life. The closer I get, the further you go. The more that I try, the more that you don’t. The more that you don’t, the harder it gets. I don’t want to seem greedy, because you know I’m the farthest thing from. But once I let you go, you come back. It’s a constant game of tag. Once I finally get through to you, It’s my turn to run away and once you catch me, it’s your turn once again. You say you need me in your life, and I promised I’d always be here for you when you needed someone to catch you. But waiting by myself in the dark wasn’t what I expected. We need to fix this. Before I take back what I promised.
“Truth about girls; it doesn’t matter who dumped who or why. Whenever we see an ex with another girl, it always bothers us. Not because we’re not over you, but because we know that we used to be that girl.”—With or without you. He’s happy. Let him be.
catchmequickk asked: Hey; just wanted to let you know— You inspire me SO much. Your posts are the things that I wish I could say, the things that I’m afraid to admit, the feelings that I didn’t know I felt. It sounds kinda cliche, I know, but I realize things about myself after reading your posts that I didn’t know before. So just..thank you for being you! Have a lovely weekend. :) Wow, thank you. I’m glad to know that I inspire people in this world. And I hope you have a lovely weekend as well! Take care! :)
fiveatheart: Dear Shitcomma3, you’re an amazing writer and I’d love to learn to write like you. You’re truly inspirational and your posts are straight up extraordinary. You’re also extremely pretty and I can tell you’re not another fakey, you’re a realist. <3 Aww, thank you fiveatheart! I don’t know what else to say. And anyone can write. Express it! :)
Anonymous asked: DEAR SHIFTCOMMA3, im lonely. Maybe sometimes being lonely is better than being notice. Don’t feel that way. You’re loved and you know it! Smile! :)
allanpequet asked: Press the insert coin button twice and she should appear. It’s hard controlling both at the same time though so you might wanna get someone else to control her. Thanks! :)
rusted-secrets asked: You have a wonderful way of expressing, of telling, of explaining. Thank you, for sharing your thoughts with everyone who cares to read the way you feel, and the way you see things. x Aww! This made my day! Thank you! :)
youraveragefreak asked: Yours is actually my fave blog <3 Kudos to your awesomeness! ;;) Thanks. Kudos to your comment!
wortkotze asked: I love your blogs. The way you write, it’s really amazing. Thank you! People like you deserves a triangle! Actually, have two! ▲▲ :D
hellsyesminah asked: I know flattery won’t get me anywhere. But that’s okay because I’m not trying to get anywhere. I want you to know that your about me description thing, is a carbon copy of how I am. And your post about wanting to get over a player. Exact same thing happened to me today. I think you seem really ‘real’ (if that makes any sense) you don’t let shit get by you. And I’d like you to know that I look up to you because of your opiniated posts. Sorry that was flattery and it wasn’t a question. But just thought I should let you know how amazing your tumblog is. xxx Awww, thanks. Lol!
catchmequickk asked: What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever given/received? I don’t know what’s the best advice I’ve given because maybe to them it sounds bad. But the best advice I’ve received is from my ex. “Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” Always gets to me. :)
catchmequickk asked: What’s your opinion on finding ‘the one’? Do you believe there’s more then one person that could be ‘the one’ or just one or..? Just curious on your opinion :) Thanks! This is a question I’ve never actually asked myself. Well, I reckon there is only “one” for you in your whole life time. The rest were just your experiences and you learn from them. They are your obstacles to get through to that one. Idk, uh. Ask me this some other time when I’m thinking straight.
Anonymous asked: I know I don’t know even a tenth of you just from your tumblr, but I’d like to say that I think, from what I’ve read, that you’re strong, that you’re intelligent and that you have potential. I hope I don’t sound strangely stalker-ish D:. LOL ! . Thank you! This comment has made me smile!!! :D
Anonymous asked: love your latest blog! this too shall pass. keep strong! Ha! Thanks sweety! :)
Anonymous asked: hey, just wanted to say that your tumblr is really good, i love it. you have such an amazing way of phrasing things, it’s inspiring :) That’s sweet. Thank you Anon.
Anonymous asked: i enjoy reading your posts. i can relate to most of your entries. it’s great! keep it up. :) Thank you!
elonabites asked: i simply fell in love with your writing! You have talent :3 Thank you thank you. Lol
twinkletwinklelittlestarryeyed asked: You honestly change the way I see the world. I love your posts, your personality. Just thank you times a million :) Awww, thanks! That’s sweet. I hope you keep reading them! :)
jennifertang asked: I love your blog Davee! It’s so wonderfully different! You’re aspiring! Jennifer! I’m still used to calling you Jenzie but I’m sensing the vibe that you don’t like that name being mentioned. Haha, but anyways, thank you darl. I can also say that about your blog. It makes me feel like I’m so un-updated on fashion. :( Ha! But yeah. I hope you enjoy your first days at White House!
Anonymous asked: Hey there, I was going through Tumblers and I tumbled upon yours. I was wondering if you actually feel the way you feel on the entries. Or do you just write it because you think that’s how most girls feel? I’m very impressed at the level of writing and creativity you have. It’s always good to know that there’s people out there that can actually relate and understand. Wowow. Thank you Anonymous person! And yes, I do actually feel that way. I can empathize as well as sympathize with most people. And thank you for your kind compliment and also taking the time to tell me this. Arigato! :)
marylynnnn asked: I like your Tumblr so far by my first glance. I’ll be looking forward to your future posts. Thank you for taking the time to read mine as well. :) Hey there, aww.. you’re to sweet. Lol, thanks. :D I hope you’ll like them. Haha.
tadore asked: DEAR SHIFTCOMMA3, I just wanted to say that you are a lovely person and thank you for reblogging my posts. I really do appreciate it. Secondly, you don’t deserve all these negative posts you’ve been getting from anonymous people. You are a lovely person and don’t you forget it! :) LOL, Thank you. :$ Ditto and touche. Arigato!
georginag asked: your posts a brilliantt Arigato. However you spell it. LOL
insertphrasehere asked: this is not really a question, it’s more of a statement ;D but your blog is fantastic, i love it to bits and your writing is really quiet something; you must be a mind reader for girls around the world! everything you post is amazing :) Thanksssssss! And no, I’m not a mind reader for girls around the world. I’m just me, speaking from my own experiences. But thank you! :)
damnedlovers asked: whoa chill out. no i won’t unfollow you. your post sometimes interesting to read. and its okay if don’t wanna follow back, i’m not insist. i categorized your tumblr as one of the best. (this is not a question) Haha, alright then. And thank you! :)
xtiner asked:Omg, I just had to comment. In your ‘Girls Night Out’ photo, you look really pretty! Ahaha, I’m so random :) bye Aww! Thank you!!
Anonymous asked: HI (: i think you’re actually pretty awesome. you dont care what people think about you and you always stand up for what you believe in. Hi, actually I do care about what people think of me, but that’s minor. But sometimes I will try to stand up for what’s right or wrong. If I know that they’re just doing it for the sake of it, then they can simply suck my dick.
Anonymous asked: wow, what do you know, i remembered to check back here after all! i was the “A Random Passaby” person. :D luckily i saved your blog as a bookmark thing, so in one of my fits of boredom, i decided to go through all my bookmarks… and i found your blog again! hooray! :) and i really like the sparkily bluish-green dress that you posted quite recently (well, it’s currently on the front page of your blog, anyway). that is all. hope you have a nice day!! Wow, lol I have a random following my blog. And yeah I like the dress. I want it for my formal. :@ And thank you. I just finished the last exam of my SC. :)
Anonymous asked:i read your blogs everyday/ its so original. you’re smart and beautiful, inside and out, i can tell it just by reading them and i dont even know you. ive read the blogs for a while now, i know you probably wont get this coming from a fourteen year old but i can relate to where you’re coming from sometimes when you talk about your life. idk, im probably wrong anyway. either way, cheers, ive wanted to comment here for a while. UK Grrrrrrl ;D Kennedy x Thank you very much!! :D
tellytothe: We’ve all been through it once or a million times before, some of us make it public or some of us choose to hide it behind a closed door. We’ve expierenced loneliness & isolation which creates inner pain a feeling you don’t dare to explain. Some of us have no choice and suffer from some type of abuse but then theres some of us bring it upon ourselves like we have no other use.
I think what people dont seem to get is you can part ways with anger and pain but the only way you can do that is put into pratice the knowledge you get from mistakes. You’re suppose to make mistakes every now and then but if you don’t learn something from it you’ll just end up making them over and over again. You can throw yourself a pity party but most of us would refrain from the sappy bullshit. You can cry about your crappy life and keep driving your crappy life insane but what the hell will that do for you? Your anger will only slowly erupt you’ll spread negative enforcement and soon everyone around you is corrupt. Honestly, we all know it - there’s going to be times when life shits on you and you may not wanna deal with it but just remember this simple saying, “what doesnt kill you only makes you that much stronger.”
haronstoppable: A couple of days ago, a friend and I were having a conversation about the people around us in relationships as well as several who aren’t but obviously trying to be. The topic of dedication came about from this and it was inevitable that the word “whipped” would be used. We both used the word quite a lot before we both realized that we had no fixed definition for the word and then it got us thinking.
What exactly do people mean when they call somebody whipped?
The term “being whipped” is often said in a negative light, but i don’t think it’s always a bad thing. So here I am now with my great theory of the “degrees of whipped-ness”. Personally, i don’t think being whipped is always a bad thing; it’s rare that it is. I think that there’s a different degreeof how somebody can be whipped. And with that revelation here is my little scale to measure the whip-idity(?) Of an individual.
1) Anti-whipped aka. Douche bag number one on the scale is the complete refusal to show any attachment to another person. These people go around acting extremely cold and distant to anybody around them, expecting others to please them without having to return the favour or even acknowledging those around them. Selfish right? We all know the scenarios, there’s the neglected girlfriend who would do anything just for her boyfriend to stay with her and he takes full advantage of this and still leaves her. Then there’s the boyfriend being used for his girlfriend’s killer louboutins and ysl lifestyle and she still goes out every night with those shoes and dresses bought from his pocket and love and she isn’t heard from until the next morning minus a shoe and the marie jo lingerie he bough her for their anniversary. Alright, yeah these examples are extreme, but you know what i mean. The users, the douche bags, the people who don’t need others apart from serving their purposes before pushing them aside when they’ve gotten them. Luckily these people aren’t too common. You don’t want to be one of them. Before all “da boyz” or “miss independents” begin ranting about how they don’t need nobody in their lives to make them happyjust think. You gotta show love the get it!
2) Courteous/friendship this is probably the default level of kindness the majority of us are at. Unlike that horrible first category above, this applies to probably 95% of people. Everybody is whipped to those around them to some degree. Now before you spam me with hate messages talking about how not whipped you are, just think. How many times do you wait for your best friend whenever he/she is late or is still in class? How many times have you shouted your mates when they’re short of cash at maccas? How long have you stayed up on the phone whenever your friend was feeling down and needing somebody to cheer them up? Mhmm, yeah thought so. It isn’t so bad is it? You want to be this. The world can do with a lot more of these.
3) Dedication/courtship/relationship this is what most people see whipped as and jokingly (most times anyway) find gross yet disgustingly cute. Well all know how whipped people get in relationships or even on the road to them. You’ll see that guy who you thought loved being single and a slob all of a sudden going jewelery shopping for a certain girl while cleaning himself up in an attempt to do everything he can to impress her. You’ll see the girlfriend in the morning giving her boyfriend lunch for later in the day - and you also see the bandaids on her finger and the burn mark on her thumb. You’ll see the boyfriend leaving the party early because girlfriends just called him in a terrible and he wants to keep her company until she’s happy again. This isn’t being tied down or being told what to do, this is dedication to your significant other. This is the definition of a good relationship. You want to be this, even if you think you’ve convinced yourself you’re too cool to want to be this.
4) Negative dedication/unrequited love/borderline desperation okay, this is the first negative degree of whipped-ness. Being this whipped is beginning to border on scary - we all know the signs. She can’t go clubbing because her boyfriend is the jealous, over-possessive type. The boy chasing the girl won’t leave her alone despite his good intentions - he just won’t take no for an answer. The ex who won’t stop calling. That broken couple who keep convincing themselves that they can work it out. It’s plain to see that the person’s dedication is hurting themselves and that it’s not going anywhere. In fact, you’ll most likely even feel sorry for these people. You do not want to be this! In fact if you see somebody you care for whipped to this extent, you might want to get your hand ready to slap some sense into them before it’s too late! Just be careful though… your friend can be so whipped that they might even think you’re getting in the way of them and their interest…
5) Totally whipped or as i would say “whaaaat a whiiipeeed khiieeeennntt!” This is the person who we all tease for being whipped and they can’t respond in fear of being punished by their significant other lol. In all honesty this category, as bad as it looks, can be a good or a bad thing depending on the person. I mean it could either be this person is soooo in love that they’ll just let their partner do pretty much anything - you’ve seen these before. The couple wearing matching clothing (and the guy who’s secretly complaining about how lame he looks), the guy almost falling over by the sheer weight of the bags he’s carrying after dragged along to go shopping with his girlfriend. The guy who you all tease because “he’s changed” and he’ll protest before shutting up and begin making out with his girlfriend. She’s the girl who silently sits by her boyfriend while he plays cod when she could be out with her friends. These are those who have bad days because their partner’s having one too or come to school with a mere one or two hours of sleep because they were on the phone with their beloved. It all sounds lame and mushy but we all know somebody in this category and even though we all tell ourselves oh wow, i hope i never turn out like that we all secretly want to be like this to somebody who will be worth it. Sure there are a few examples of totally whipped people being uber-dominated (ie. Stu from the hangover!) And choked to death by their partners, being totally whipped is not a bad thing. Finding that person who we’d do anything for and knowing they would do the same back is what we hope to achieve in relationships. The right way of being totally whipped require two things: dedication and love. Dedication is what makes us go out of our ways to do something just to keep the other person happy and love is knowing they won’t take advantage of your dedication. You want to be this, it may not be now but at some point in your life when you’ve found somebody you know which you can trust to have all of you and who you are, you’ll want to be this. The best thing is that they’ll want to be the same back just as much. So please, take it easy on our whipped friends!
Here you are - hurting, waiting, wanting for something to change. You ask yourself about a hundred times, is it something you said? Maybe. And then you ask yourself a thousand more times, is it something you did? Possibly.
But in the end - yes. It’s always your fault, never ever his.
‘Cause you are settling with this mentality - it’s not you, it’s me. And you are willing to swallow your pride, than hurt his ego. And you choose not to break your silence, even though you know you are free to call him out on the bullshit he’s blatantly putting you through. But yet, you can’t find the courage in your heart and the wisdom in every fiber of your mind to simply - walk away. Why?
Here you are - this question must have crossed your mind more than a million times. ‘Cause for the seventh or eighth or maybe even the ninth time, you toss and turn in the middle of the dark night, in a dark silent room, listening to the rhythm of your own breath. You inhale, then exhale. You feel your heartbeat pulsating - in your wrist & on the tip of your fingers. Then the question once again arises in your mind that longs to rest. Why? Why can’t I let go?
Oftentimes we hold on to things that make us the happiest, gives us the most bliss, things that makes our heart feel at ease. In contrary, the other times we hold on to things that does not always reciprocate us with something good. Gives us nothing but false hope and a cycle of reoccurring bullshit.
But even though that may be the standpoint, we continue believing one day, some day, somehow our patience, our willingness to endure and our days of hurting, of waiting, of wanting, we wake up to an end for all of those & a beginning of something better, something more.
And when that day comes, walking away & letting go would not once again cross our minds.
“My definition of a ‘beautiful’ woman does not necessarily refer to those who pamper their faces with pounds of make-up. I don’t care if you have an ass bigger than Tahiry, or a pair of boobs that are bigger than my head. Someone who keeps herself together and holds it down, on her own. Someone who knows how to keep her composure steady and not just throw herself out there; someone who knows what she’s worth, and has all her priorities straight. A beautiful woman is someone with an extraordinary mind and an amazing personality that goes right along with it.”—(via ayeeepatrick)
“You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by. It’s actions, not words, that matter.”—Nicholas Sparks
I’m counting the seconds until you break the silence. The world’s watching me break down. I have many imperfections, but that’s just because I’m real. I’m not a big deal, but people know me. I’ll probably say things you won’t appreciate and I probably do things you don’t approve of. I like good music. I hate fake. I love being treated like a princess, but I’m not conceited. I don’t have alot of friends but the ones I have could kill yours any day. I laugh way too much. I don’t make good choices. I speak my mind and I have horrible manners. I’m messy and lazy. I love making new friends. But if you’re judgmental, fake, or rude I don’t want to be your friend. I’M NOT CHANGING FOR ANYONE! Hell is my playground. Scream me a love song and then kill me dead.
writehimoff: I drank too much the night before and woke up with a headache and a vague feeling of embarrassment. Vague because I couldn’t really remember what I had done to embarrass myself, but I knew I had. I rolled over and looked at you sleeping and for a minute I let myself imagine it was all a dream, those things you did. I let myself pretend that everything had returned to how it was, allowed myself blissful ignorance for just a few seconds. And then I remembered, and I pictured myself quietly placing my pillow above your beautiful face and holding it down over your mouth until you were quiet and peaceful. Away from here, away from me.
I saw your phone beside you, right next to your pillow. And I had to look at it. I needed to know. I looked through your text messages and there were girls names I did not know. I breathed in sharply as I opened the first one. It reads, “I forgot my socks at your house”. I glance on your floor and in the corner I see silver and gray striped sparkly socks and I hate you. I hate you for having her socks on your floor, for not even bothering to hide them.
You must have felt it somehow because you opened your eyes and saw me holding your phone. You slammed your elbow into my chest and took your phone back. I just lay there, clavicle throbbing. You told me to leave. I said I was going to leave, threatening you, but I did not make a move to do it.
I looked at you, pleading with my eyes. Tell me you do not love me. Tell me you are not going to change. I don’t want to hope anymore. You glance down for a second and then look up, right into my eyes. You say, I do not love you. I am not going to change. And I look back, into you, and I know it is true. I tell you I believe you. I pick up the phone to call my friend and as I’m talking you shoot me this look. I can honestly say I don’t know if it was a look of love or desperate fear but either way, I know what will happen next. You take my clothes off as I’m speaking and I don’t argue or pull away. You climb over me and push inside of me just as I’m saying goodbye. And you are saying I love you over and over and I believe it more with each thrust. I get on top of you and we are both near tears. You’re holding me tightly, hands gripping my waist, telling me about the kids we are going to have. Our first will be a boy. I push my hips into you, I want to be this close to you forever, I want your lies to be truth. We are greedy lovers, each begging, silently pleading with the other to stay, getting off on imagining the future we could have. Desperate for each other, wanting it all, all at once, right that moment.
“Courage is a hard thing to figure. You can have courage based on a dumb idea or mistake, but you’re not supposed to question adults, or your coach or your teacher, because they make the rules. Maybe they know best, but maybe they don’t. It all depends on who you are, where you come from. Didn’t at least one of the six hundred guys think about giving up, and joining with the other side? I mean, valley of death that’s pretty salty stuff. That’s why courage it’s tricky. Should you always do what others tell you to do? Sometimes you might not even know why you’re doing something. I mean any fool can have courage. But honor, that’s the real reason for you either do something or you don’t. It’s who you are and maybe who you want to be. If you die trying for something important, then you have both honor and courage, and that’s pretty good. I think that’s what the writer was saying, that you should hope for courage and try for honor. And maybe even pray that the people telling you what to do have some, too.”—Michael Oher (The Blind Side)
haronstoppable: when i was in year seven all the way to probably when i was seventeen, i thought there would be nothing more awesome than being eighteen. being eighteen wasn’t just another year, it was so much more. it would be the beginning of my life as an adult and i’d always talk about with my friends “man… imagine what life would we be like when we’re eighteen…” well. i’m eighteen now and i’d like to clear up some of the misconceptions i had when i was still that little boy who couldn’t wait to grow up.
i would be so tall and look so adult-like - nope, sorry to disappoint you young haron. your eighteen year old self looks sixteen and is a freaking shorty especially in a school full of naturally tall nationalities.
i’d be out partying and clubbing every night - more disappointment. young haron thought life at this age would be like a ke$ha video, one party after another. well while i do get to go party at times, it’s not often i get to party hard, so i really go all out when i do. i mean i enjoy myself, but it’s more like because i have to rather than i want to. and most days, my nights are usually me stoning on the computer. i’m sorry again young haron that my night life isn’t quite how you envisioned it! :(
i’d have a stable relationship with a great girlfriend - a few failed relationships and complicated hook ups later, it doesn’t look like happening soon! the women in my life right now are much too close to me to consider them as anything more than friends and well, i’m not really too interested or looking at the moment. sorry young haron, you should cut back on romance animes and dramas. happiness doesn’t depend on who you’re with or even if you’re with somebody. :D
i’d be having sex all the time - one can’t blame young haron for wanting this, he’s just a hormone-ridden teenager! well young haron… your older self tries his best… :L
i’d be moving out and have my own awesome house - to be honest young haron, i don’t see that happening in a long time. you probably envisioned a wild party house, like the playboy mansion or something, it’s a nice fantasy but don’t hold your breath little buddy. the young me didn’t think of all the costs invlolved, the process of moving or even the difficulty in the changes to my life. i think this was probably a young angst-y haron’s way of yearning for independence. don’t worry about that young haron, you’ll eventually find your way through the difficulties you’ll face in the coming years and you’ll end up as one of the most independent minded people around.
i’d know how the rest of my life was going to pan out and it would be awesome - alright. i don’t know where i’m going in the future. but you know what ? now that i’m older, i don’t want to know. i’ve realized as i grew up that you can’t hold expectations to how your life should pan out. an author doesn’t plan brilliance when writing a novel and neither should we writing out our stories. the best things in life occur out of nothing. have you ever heard of an expected surprise ? the best books don’t carry on in the same light all the way to the ending. a story has to have its’ ups and downs, the highlights and the times when it seems nothing else can go wrong. there will be times when you won’t feel like reading anymore and there will be times when you just want to keep going and at the end of the book, you’ll realize that it just made for a more rewarding read. so, young haron, if there’s anything i can tell you in total honesty is that what’s so great about my life right now is that maybe i don’t have everything i want, but i certainly have everything i need around me. and so perhaps i don’t know where my life is heading or where i’m going to end, but you know what ? my life is still pretty awesome and i’m most definately ready to face anything it will throw at me. and i think that’d be enough to give young haron something to look forward to.
By reading my posts, you have probably figured out that I am a pretty philosophical person. I’m an emotional wreck. I enjoy reading long love posts. I like to see what people have on their mind and what they have to say about this thing we call ‘love’.
-cremedelacreme: This goes out to all those left a real good girl/guy, just for a quick fix. This goes out to all those that left their main entree’s for their sides, this goes out to the playa’s that brought a girl up so high, just to drop her in the end for a female that was just so much easier. This goes out to all the individuals out there that only concerned themselves with finding the perfect significant other, and lost sight of the gold mine they had right in front of them.
This goes out to those that snuck around late at night. This goes out to the ones that lied to their significant other that they were at home, when they were really out looking for the ‘next best thing’. This goes out to the ones that fucked a total stranger and didn’t feel any tinge of guilt. This goes out to the ones that thought it was okay to make their best choice, their last choice, and lived for the moment and partied until dawn. This goes out to the ones that broke someones heart with a bullshit excuse just so they could go out and fuck around all they want and not feel ‘tied down’. This goes out to the ones that always said ‘I love you too’ but never meant it once. This goes out to the ones that finally got caught up in their lies.
This goes out to those who after awhile found out that all they needed was someone that would be there for them after a long day, and not someone to cuddle with for one night. This goes out to the ones that realized a little too late all the nights that their significant other spent thinking/worrying about them. This goes out to the ones that felt all the guilt and regret after they didn’t have their special someone anymore. This goes out to the ones that finally sobered up after sometime, and realized that they traded a true diamond for a piece of coal. This goes out to the ones that lost THE best thing.
This goes out to the ones that found out that their special someone found someone new. This goes out to the ones that got to see first hand how happy and how wonderful their Ex was, and how much they were missing out on. This goes out to the ones that felt sorry for breaking their old flames heart a little too late, but had to deal with the fact that they never truly deserved them in the first place. This goes out to the ones that finally learned their lesson, but realized it cost them so much more.
No matter how you look at it, coal will always be coal. Coal will always crumble under pressure and only be useful once to fuel flamed lust and desire. But under pressure, a diamond will never break. If anything, it shines even brighter than ever before once it overcomes that pressure.
I suppose I should admit that one too many things have been on my mind lately. Subjects that I’d rather not go into detail about, because well.. everyone has their own secrets that no one else knows of. Insomnia has slowly taken over me, and it’s such a shame since sleep used to be my go-to-remedy whenever I needed to recover from my thoughts of you. Thoughts that none the less leave me completely exhausted. Not just emotionally, but physically. Because the way my heart races and accelerates so immediately then drops abruptly in speed feels as if someone punched a hole through my chest. And well I don’t really know how to say this without getting emotional.. But I suppose the simplest way to state it is that, it gets real hard sometimes to keep going everyday. I mean, I can put on a strong brave face for the world, go for what I want, and achieve what I deserve, but at the end of the day when I need rest, all I do is think of the same questions and wonder the same things. “What if”, “Why..”, “How”, and that isn’t fair. I should have be free of my thoughts of you by now, just like how you free’d yourself months ago.
I guess I just need to suck it up still and keep moving. Life isn’t going to wait up for me to catch my breath. I’m going to succeed, and my complaining about my setbacks and shortcomings won’t get me to that point. I just thought I should get it out that I’m still hurt. I’m still broken. But trust and believe, I’ll make it through, and I’ll be stronger than you ever thought I could be.
If he misses you, he'll call just to hear your voice. If he wants you, he'll say it. And if he cares, he'll show it. If he has a thought about you, it will come out of his mouth. If you are on his mind non-stop, he will do anything he can just to see you. If he truly likes you, he won't let anything get in the way and fight back just to keep you in his arms. But if you play him, he will get you back.