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9 July, 2012 at 11:23 am #51516
Mongolian acrobatics followed by a spot of tea
9 July, 2012 at 11:12 am #501817I don’t think it’s a good idea #-o
7 July, 2012 at 10:42 am #489276Love is the answer, but could you rephrase the question. – Lily Tomlin
Unconditional. – Eros
Nothing spoils the taste of peanut butter like unrequited love. – Charlie Brown
It’s an electric blanket with somebody else in control of the switch. – Cathy Carlyle
Love is a grave mental disorder. – Plato
You can’t put a price tag on love, but you can on all its’ accessories. – Melanie Clark
7 July, 2012 at 10:20 am #489119@masterplan wrote:
@irish_lucy wrote:
nope I look good from all angles.
Im the one in the green – now control yourself lads, go easy on the pm’s please.
Mmm, do those rolls come already buttered?
Lmfao
7 July, 2012 at 10:12 am #501811If we could sift through the emotions that we withstood at that time that originated from inside us from those that were generated from that other persons’ actions. Are each of those generated emotions that affected us worth returning to, does its’ true value offset the not so favourable reactions we had.
If someone knows how to drive you crazy they are unlikely to forget that trick. Your emotional intelligence/ wellbeing will be challenged, no matter how sincerely you believe you have grown. Are we brave enough to be honest with ourselves. If we are unable to, it is unlikely that we will find the same in others.
Distance is only as much of an issue as we, ourselves, allow it to be. New, successful, relationships are conceived everyday with old ideals and out-dated benchmarks.
7 July, 2012 at 10:04 am #501810People can bring out all sorts of emotions in us. We all have “buttons” that some people can just somehow instinctively detect. Typically, we will tend to remember the most prominent emotion as our brains cannot focus on opposing thoughts coinciding and it will, rightly or wrongly, select the idea with the most emotion we have attached to it but the other, opposing thought, will still try to gain some supremacy in your head. It will continue to try to remind you of its’ existence.
There are reasons that we told ourselves to validate us leaving and there are the reasons that we could see but sidestepped as the reasons that we told ourselves were simply easier to digest. We can also try to obtain an old need that was not met previously by that person but do we know if the need we believe we require, and feel entitled to, is relevant to who we are today. Do we know if returning to that emotional state once again will satisfy newly acquired needs we have developed in the meantime.
5 July, 2012 at 7:56 pm #489221You say walk a mile in your shoes Fine.
Now you do the same…
Here’s mine –
The soles well worn…
From front to back,
One size fits all,
Only colour is black,
The leathers aged…
and see that crack?
That’s paranoid anti-social disorder…
WHAT
you want your shoes back?
5 July, 2012 at 7:43 pm #489220Ode to shoes
I like shoes.
They’re really cute
Nice with jeans
or with a suit.Shoes with dresses,
skirts and sweaters,
I don’t see how it
gets much betters.Sneakers, flip-flops,
boots, and pumps
make me sing
(but not “My Humps”).I’d like to buy
some Choo or Prada
but even Payless
is better than nada.This is long
but in conclusion,
let there be
no confusion –I like shoes..
4 July, 2012 at 6:22 pm #489219Some men never think of it.
You did. You’d come along
And said you’d nearly bought me flowers
But something had gone wrongThe shop was closed. Or you had doubts.
The sort that minds like ours dream up incessantly
You thought I might not want your flowersIt made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile
Cos look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while4 July, 2012 at 6:02 pm #489218Don’t tell me that you understand
Don’t tell me that you know
Don’t tell me that I will survive
Or how this will help me grow.Don’t tell me that this is just a test
For I am truly blessed
Don’t tell me that I am chosen
Apart from all the rest.Don’t come at me with answers
That can only come from me
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass
That I will soon be free.Don’t stand in pious judgment
Of bounds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to suffer
And don’t tell me how to cry -
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