Day 12
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
I don’t hate you, I never have. You caused me so much pain with all of your mental and verbal abuse, but it’s all over now. I have forgiven you and I hold no bitterness towards you.
*Shelby Lee
Hooking Up
Over the last few years, I’ve heard the term “hook(ing) up” roughly a million times. And every single time, it’s meant something different. Some people use it to refer to making out (kissing and the like), while others use it to …
AMEN! I agree with Cory 100%.
Okay, I will probably have to take this down as it officially belongs to ABC News and Good Morning America. But while it lasts: my, like, moment of fame!
I’m sorry that I’m not perfect. I’m sorry that I get angry, or grumpy, or forgetful. I’m sorry for when I flip the toilet paper the wrong way, forget to buy milk, or throw away something important. I’m sorry for when I burn dinner, sing off key in the shower, and get a flat tire and ask you to…
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
