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I allow myself to my Creativity in any for more fully feel my way available to opportunities to emotions, whatever me.
MAYBE YOU LOOK-ME MYSELF PUT-DOWN SLOPPOY LIES MAKE-UP X2 DIRT AROUND STRESS STEP STEP DOESN’T-MATTER STILL DIRT DUST RISE-UP WILL LOOK-ME HOLD-ON DEPRESS WHY I NO-NO WALK STILL LIVE ROOM THERE OIL PUMP SQUIRT-OUT WEALTHY CONTINUE SAME SUN-RISE SUN-SET WAVES CONTINUE SAME HOPE HIGH HIGHER HIGHER RISE WILL LOOK-ME DEPRESS BROKEN-DOWN HEAD-DOWN LOO-DOWN LONLEY CRY HEART CRY-OUT EXPRESS-YOU ATTITUDE OFFEND-YOU HUH YOU HIT-HARD HEAD EYE-OPEN LAUGH WHY HOME THERE GOLD LOTS WEALTHY WORDS SHOT-TOWARDS ME LOOK-ME LOWER VOMIT HIT-ME-HEART DOESN’T-MATTER STILL I AIR RISE WILL FLIP-HAIR YOU UPSET YOU SURPRISE HEAD THROW-BACK I DANCE SAME-AS POINT-DOWN SHINY x2 SHIMMER HISTORY EMBARRASSING HOUSE-JAIL RELEASE I RISE WILL SINCE PAIN ROOTED UNROOTED REBEL I OCEAN STRONG BLACK WAVES X2 OVER I-HIT SCARED NIGHTS PUSH-ASIDE SWELL-UP SUN-RISE CLEAR-VISION RISE PAST GIVE ME OPPRESSION RELEASE DREAM HOPE GIVE-OUT I REBEL I ENVISION I RISE English meaning:
Letting myself hurt myself by not forgiving him (and acting out of despair) means I betray him— But forgiving him seems to mean I love him enough to harm myself (via the loss of him) or that he is not worthy of love (in which case the loss is not a harm).
Behind Brick Walls So my reasons for writing this… AL L It is currently ten pm and I just watched episode: wrongful termination and now I can’t get to sleep. Why, you ask? I am a fan of Liz Reaser, and I find it hard to hate her character, Tammy. Therefore, I am going to give myself, and you readers of course, a reason to like her… How does that sound? Enjoy ®This story contains strong language and possible sex scenes. Read ahead at your own caution® ®What if the rules Tammy wanted to play by with Will were nothing but a façade? A way to keep herself under control, even when she knew she was losing it. ® What do we do know. NE ®®® Shit. Fuck. What the hell has gotten into you, Tammy? Everything I wanted to do, how I wanted to treat this, blown out the window by that damn job offer. I had already turned my boss down earlier this morning, he was disappointed to say the least but I didn’t give a rat’s arse. The only thing on my mind right now was my mistake and Will’s… everything. Until now. T My sister used to gush about him in college to no end, it killed her when they broke up, yet id never understood how any man could captivate any woman that much. KA Until id met Will myself. Until I fell right under his spell like a hopeless puppy with its new owner. And boy do I notice it, how whenever he calls, I all but leap at my phone, reminding myself to wait a few seconds so I don’t scare him off, or the feeling, or the feeling of disappointment that courses through me like a fish in the ocean, free and careless, whenever it’s not him. Staring at the wall in front of me, I sensed and made use of a good opportunity to hopefully get something into my obviously thick head, so I banged my head against it. Hard. And hit the floor almost instantaneously. “Fuck!” Head pounding in pain, cheeks flushed in embarrassment, though there wasn’t anyone around, I headed for the freezer to grab a bag of peas to rest on my forehead and made a beeline for the couch as soon as the first sign of dizziness made its appearance. Sighing, I lay back, head on armrest, and went back to cursing myself. Idiot! The one reason I had established that pathetic ‘fall in love with me and its over’ rule was so I wouldn’t lose it like my sister had. Yeah, that worked. AL L I had turned down the opportunity of a lifetime to work in London for the Olympics – the Olympics! – And I had turned it down because Will didn’t want me to go. ‘Are you out of your fucking mind Tamra?!’ I mentally screamed at the top of my mental lungs. All that work, all those carefully orchestrated plans, gone to dust. And he couldn’t even tell me where that left us. Stupid fucking lawyer. NE It was at that moment, with my makeshift icepack covering an already forming bruise, and myself close to tears from emotional exhaustion and frustration, that my sister decided to walk in. “Jeez, T, getting to old too play basketball anymore, too slow to avoid getting a ball to the face?” I was so tempted to tell her that I could still play and, yes, could still kick her arse at it if it came down to it, before I realised the alternate story might not be much better. “When the hell are you going to get the fuck out of my apartment?” I settled for. Helena walked in, an ugly smirk covering her face that I’d just love to wipe clean off. T “I’ll get an apartment when you learn to catch, and that’s a promise. Too bad for you I might be here awhile.” Ughhh, stupid fucking sister! KA “I’ll kick you out the window if I fucking have to,” and with that, I threw the bag of peas on the floor, and with all the dignity I could manage, I grabbed my keys and phone and stormed out the door. ®®® Obviously banging my head against a wall left me with more consequences than I first thought because I was now sitting on a park bench in Chicago in the middle of winter, in a thin, short t‐shirt and a knee‐length skirt, which, while getting the attention of many men and college boys around town, had left me freezing and drenched in the light snow that was now falling. Soaked to the bone, I got up from the seat and started the long walk back to my car. After two minutes and flipping off two guys that looked a little to scrutinizing at certain areas, I finally made it back. Not caring about the condition of my wet clothes I threw myself in and rested my head against the steering wheel, only to jerk back when the horn went off. Sighing, I shoved my key into the ignition and turned it hard. ‘Click.’ Shit. Twisting the key again, I prayed to whoever was listening that it worked this time. ‘Click.’ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. AL L I was when I finally looked past the steering wheel to gaze at the flashing light on the dashboard that my eyes focused on what essentially meant the battery was dead. The last thing I wanted to do was call Helena and listen the whole trip back as she insulted me and my apparent one less skill set. At a complete loss I pulled out my phone and flicking through the contacts list. Stopping at certain ones, finger edging closer to the call button, then, as it almost got to close to call, immediately dismissing the notion and pulling my finger back. This happened for almost twenty‐five of the two hundred contacts I had, before landing on one at the very bottom. NE Before my lateral thinking kicked in and stopped myself from making the call, I hit the green button on the bottom corner of my phone, watching as it lit up before holding it to my ear. The phone rang twice before someone picked up. “Hello?” “Will, it’s me. I need your help.” ®®® T So… what did you think? Don’t hate me for writing it like this. But if you have feedback let me know and review! KA Just a pointer, because I don’t know what happens in future episodes, Will and Alicia never get back together, though Will does comfort her, because Kalinda and Peters little secret comes out. So ilyxx kat
After graduating from college with a degree in Elementary and Special Education, I found myself living with my parents, working three part time jobs, and feeling uninspired.
HAPPEN I-LET-YOU KNOW MYSELF DEAF I-GO-TO YOU HUH YOU TALK-ME I LOOK I UNDERSTAND WHAT ALRIGHT I GO-AHEAD SIGN YOU UNDERSTAND HUH I SIGN WHY I SIGN EXPRESS UNDERSTAND I TRY LIMIT TALK SPEAK UNCLEAR YOU WHAT SMILE NODHEAD TRUE BEHIND LOOK-DOWN REALLY YOU WILL LOOK-DOWN ME MYSELF NOT HEARING THINK HEARING I GO-AHEAD LOOK UNDERSTAND HUH THAT WHAT I EYES I PRECIOUS I THINK LISTEN EYES LISTEN BRAIN UNDERSTAND CLEAR GO AHEAD TAP-PERSON TAP-ME WHAT INSULT HUH WHAT GO-AHEAD POINT x4 THERE THERE THAT I WANT THAT HAVE MEANING THERE HEY LET-YOU-KNOW MY HEARING AID WHY TAKE SILLY GAME SILLY GO-AHEAD MY LOVE YOU TAKE POINT ALRIGHT TRULY GO AHEAD TAKE-FROM-ME x3 ANY LIST TOTAL BUT 1 MY IDENTITY TAKE GRAB MINE ME MINE POINT COME-HERE COME-ON REALLY IDENTITY WANT SHARE WITH YOU INTERACT WANT SHOW HOW WHAT SIGN THAT SENTENCE QUOTE WHAT I LOVE YOU SAME WANT SHOW HOW LAUGH IMPORTANT PRIDE DOESN’T MATTER LOOK-ME SIGN (small) SIGN (big) TRUE CAN WHAT LOOK-DOWN MYSELF NOT HEARING THINK DISABILITY THINK SEEM STRANGE I GO-AHEAD MESSAGE I MYSELF WHAT MESSAGE GROUP THEM THERE YOU ACCEPT THAT ME ACCEPT MYSELF GO-AHEAD YOU-ME SHARE LAUGH CAN GO-AHEAD LOOK-ME LOOK-DOWN-ME THAT MYSELF YOU UNDERSTAND RESPECT ME TIP HAT THAT HAPPEN GOAHEAD YOU SUCCESS WILL UNDERSTAND WHAT REAL IMAGINE I IMAGINE VISUALIZE TURN MIRROR THERE TRUE I-LOVE-YOU YOU-LOVE-ME TOGETHER English meaning:
2003 ISBN 4-7700-2903-9 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Of late, I have come to sense within myself an accumulation of all kinds of things that cannot find adequate expression via an objective artistic form such as the novel.
When I do physical activities like snowboarding, wakeboarding, and dirt bike riding, my fear prevents me from improving myself beyond a certain point.
mr.voina / portfolio Custom handlettering piece designed by myself, it reads Clan’Destin.
The Big Tissue When I’m bored, I sometimes find myself delving into the depths of the Internet, and in particular YouTube.
First Aid personnel who are certified in a minimum of CPR and First Aid by a nationally recognized provider in accordance with ACA standard HW-1 to provide basic First Aid and comfort measures through standardized camp treatment procedures which includes the use of over-the-counter medications to myself and listed minors.
I never lived outside of California beforehand and I knew that in order for me to grow and become a better individual, I had to put myself in situations that were uncomfortable even if it meant moving across the country, learning an entirely new language, and adjusting to cultural differences.
Or label-less Scared that he might notice us Speaking of, she’s probably with him again Or probably not because that’s exactly where I came in Begging for cohesive answers or a tightened rope Either one would seem to be a heaven sent I know she’s more important to me than I am to her, but nonetheless We indulge ourselves in our worst decisions yet I’m more emotional than her Always committing self-destructing acts of pettiness Feels like I’m addicted to the constant stress and giant mess I’ve been chasing ever since I left my second ex Throwing pity parties out of spite and self acknowledgement that I’m too fucking petulant to just let myself ever win Disgusted with myself I actually crave abuse Mind always scattered Thoughts become too obtuse Every girl continues to be too good for me I’m too broken to be glued Secondhand, worn down companion with nothing but a bunch of missing screws Nothing but constant blues Never has anything to offer but childish misunderstandings of romance and swinging moods Been in the same downward spiral since I was six Everything just stagnates and sits Until everything breaks Think of myself and feel nothing but hate Thinking of wishing for the courage to finally mark the date to erase my face Fade away Wash away Cast aside and turn away Just another torn page Nostalgic staring just like at some fading paint Wishing they were in another place Or even just back at peace like they thought it was yesterday
"I need some change in my life", A mantra I tell myself everyday, but seems not to serve me well.
Frustrated I overslept this morning Maybe I was dreaming of a place where things mattered to me and were always beautiful I got stuck there, and when I woke up I needed advil to smooth the transition Before I could feel guilty about skipping class the night came and covered me like a blanket And I know you hate the violent and passionate music I bathe myself in And the way smoke pours from my lips and rises into the air like a ghost, weary and jaded But please understand I need these things The way I treat myself is a reflection of the way I treat other people And if I could snap my fingers and exorcise all my demons And bring life to the ashes of all the bridges I’ve burnt to the ground I would 2.
and, 1) FOR MYSELF, SPOUSE, AND CHILD, I KNOWINGLY AND FREELY ASSUME ALL SUCH RISKS, both known and unknown, EVEN IF ARISING FROM THE NEGLIGENCE OF THE RELEASES or others, and assume full responsibility for my child’s participation;