
"A preconceived notion, a movement of thought,
brings us to assume what in fact, is not.
First glance, first touch, impressions are made,
carried over time 'til the truth is mislaid.
We’re not always at fault, to think it all true,
misconceptions are misconceptions to correct me and you.
Like Pop Rocks, candy so deceivingly sweet,
Add magic, it becomes a feisty, sparkly treat!
Oh, these little notions, what great things they hide!
The wonderful, quirky, tall person inside!
So it begins, an introduction to me,
I stand 5'2, but feel 6'3.

Thank You For Being There | Thought Catalog
There will come a moment when you are sitting beside your phone and waiting, waiting in a way that makes the seconds drag on for hours and sneer at your desperation. You keep picking it up and checking it, making sure you haven’t missed something, that the machinery inside didn’t suddenly malfunction and fail to vibrate or blink when a message came in. This time, you trick yourself into thinking as you pick it up and check for the fifth time in two minutes, they’ll have written me back. How long has it been that you’ve been waiting for a reply? An hour? An afternoon? A few days? It doesn’t really matter. Your whole life of late has been a perpetual state of waiting for them to get back to you, to acknowledge your existence — and nothing really matters until they do.
whoaaaaa. easy.
About life:
It is not complicated unless I make it so. It is not difficult unless I allow it to be. A second is no more than a second, a minute no more than a minute, a day no more than a day. They pass. All things and all time will pass. Don’t force or fear, don’t control or lose control. Don’t fight and don’t stop fighting. Embrace and endure. If you embrace, you will endure.
“Do you ever miss me? I mean truly, aching in bottom-of-your-heart pain, which you just can`t ignore? Because that`s how I feel. Every single day.”
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Submitted by psychology2010
Hohoho!!! Aw…
07.08.12
The weather’s been such a letdown these past few days. I expected this weekend to be no different. But lookie here, the sun is beating down on our roofs, making the roads sizzle and my back prickle. It’s been nothing but clear blue sky and red hot sun.
Almost like the perfect day… to go biking.
Or, not.
We shall see.
