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An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.
She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”
“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.
As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.
You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.
If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!
These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.
After being in so many failed relationships and confusing friendships you start to analyze the steps and feelings one goes through in a relationship. This isnt a guideline. This isnt set in stone. You could skip around. You could very well not think this applies to you at all. But this my rendition of how i believe a person goes through the start and end of a relationship. This is written from my point of view. A boy seeking a girl. But I’m sure if you can wrap your head around that you’ll understand. Starting out with lust. You find a girl. Youre attracted to her whether it be physically or emotionally. She could be good looking, or just mentally stimulating. Something about her you want sometimes you know off that bat why you want her. Sometimes it takes time to figure out why. And that brings us to curiosity. This person intrigues you. Again either physically or emotionally. But she has left you wanting more. Wanting to know about there life past present and future. You find yourself realizing you are so interested in this person you want to know about parts of their lives that you wouldn’t want to know from another person or friend. You question why. You’re attracted and you’re hooked. The persons stories, experiences and life is a drug to you. You must have it you need it. You’re magnetized. When you’re with them. You break your rules. You do things you wouldn’t do. You say things you’re not usually accustomed to. You start feeling different. But not a bad different. You realize this drug, this person, is what you think about constantly. You want to be quality for this person. You want them to want you like you want them. Leaving them at the end of a night, or morning, feels like an impossible task. They are metal and you are a high powered magnet. Than, after a certain point a feeling overcomes you. It surrounds you and everything you do. You can’t keep your hands, eyes, thoughts off them. You’re hooked. There’s passion. The ecstasy is empowering. You can’t remember a time when you felt like this. But you know it’s exactly what you want. The magnetism and ecstasy may go up and down throughout the course of the relationship. You are now seeing this person so often and know so much about them that now you start to settle and become comfortable. Things may slow down but comfortability is a good thing. It lets both people know that there is a mutual feeling of trust. Without this. A relationship can never be true. Whether it may be meeting a family for a first time or just seeing them in their unsexy pants. My guess is that you’re just as attracted to them when they aren’t made up as compared to when they are fully done up. If not more, you may be attracted to the fact that they can be relaxed in front of you. You start to like them in sweatpants and your shirt more than them in a dress. And than you’re reliant upon them for happiness. You’re sad when theyre gone and a night out is just different. You’d rather sit with them on a couch saying nothing all night. Than a night. Out with lots of friends. Without this person your happiness is capped. And the second you realize that. You want to make sure this person is always happy. You take upon this overwhelming feeling of responsibility. But you enjoy it. You’d walk to the end of the earth in a hail storm just to bring this person their favorite drink. You want to make sure they succeed. You push them as they pushback helping each other gain maximum happiness. You’re combined effort is to squeeze every little bit out of life. Conquer life’s challenges. But you want to do it together. Than comes the first signs of jealousy. Again this isn’t in order but every relationship is tried by this worst feeling ever. Jealousy. It really means nothing. It’s just the SAT of a relationships trust. Can you deal with this person. Can you trust them. Before you couldn’t care that she had 100 guy friends. But now after experiencing each other. You almost have this false sense of ownership. And you suddenly became a dog making sure no one else pees on your territory. Now if you fail to pass this test of trust, or jealousy, usually it’s over. You start again. Or you work through it. But forgetting you were jealous is a lot easier said than done. It’s there. Might be filed in the back of your head. But there will always be something to come and shove it right back in your face. And it is your job to pick and choose what’s worth questioning and what’s worth letting go. This decision could take seconds it could take days. But at the end you know exactly how you feel about this person. Do you care about them enough or so little. Letting something go can show both. But if it bothers you and stalks your head. You can pretty much just assume you care about this person being in your life and you don’t want to lose them. Which in any case you’ll probably do what feels most right to you. And you’ll change. You’ll do exactly what you might have said you’ll never do or just put your emotions aside. Regardless, something is changing. After lots and lots of situations of repeating the above you may start to feel distance or you could become closer. But since this story or statement, Whatever you want to call it, is about beginning to end. Distance changes occur. You’re feeling yourself get annoyed at certain things you used to find cute or interesting. You start to become agitated. And you question why. What happened where I used to have such an impeccable strength towards this person and it’s now gone. You question everything. Are they interested in someone else. Are you interested in someone else. Are you both bored or tired of
Each other. Whatever it is. You start to get angry. You snap towards the person. Why the fuck would they do such a thing. She said we would never leave each other. But now she’s testing me. These thoughts and anger will eventually escalate till you break up or do something stupid. Now you’re not together. You still have strong feelings toward each other. But something happened. Something was taken out of the equation. And you go over the time you spent together over and over in your head. At first youre pissed you think she’s the worst person ever and the only thing you want to do is teach her a lesson. Most of you people will call this moving on. Or just call it. Fucking random people til you forget they exist. Then you realize this person is the one connection you know is real. And you regret everything. You’re willing to work past it all and try but something’s different. It may or may not work out. But it will never be the same. You’re lost. Why cant you be happy again. what is preventing you from fixing everything and you’re depressed and upset. This person is all you can think about. And the second you realize That you’re better off and can say I’ve done everything I should have and could. You’ll be okay. Now this can take a while or it can take an hour. But usually it’s until you find someone else to lust over and restart the whole process. This account is just my rendition of the fucked up emotion people call love. I call it a couple of different things. But I usually don’t call it anything. It’s a test to see who you deserve and who you don’t. And only until you realize that you can grow.
Young and stupid like the rest of you. But learning from my mistakes everyday and growing
Losing of self
Finding of self
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Around 10-15% of dark-skinned burn victims who receive skin grafts will never fully recover their complexion.
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