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Ceux qui ne peuvent se rappeler le passé sont condamnés à le répéter.
Georges Santayana
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Dylan Goodman Age 12 and Age 15 Dylan Goodman used to be the school bad boy and bully. People were scared of him and he liked it. Now Dylan is trying to make up for his past mistakes and he's realised just how stupid he was. He goes back to his old school and meets Jamie Hunter, a girl he once bullied. Despite their differences they become friends but Dylan is shocked at how much Jamie has changed. He knows she's unhappy and he wants to help her but she just pushes him away. Dylan's also got a few things from the past coming back to haunt him...
I’m reflecting. Where old relationships just don’t seem to click anymore, and others grew with me. Currently at a stand still with a long time friend, feelin’ bittersweet. Orlando, Fl February 18, 2015. #bittersweet #photography #imissthis #past (at Orlando, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvyl2kiBmYF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wp70ggytazkt
I keep bouncing between non functional gay ships to another non functional gay ship.
Like excuse me how have I gone from radiodust (don't ship that anymore), to billford, to maby possibly viran and arravos???
Sometimes
Sometimes I wish you hadn’t died.
You left him so broken, beyond repair.
It was all I could do to keep him afloat,
treading water, a burden too heavy
for me to lift. You left him drowning
in unspoken love, unable to let go of
a deflated life preserver.
Sometimes I wonder what you’d think of me.
If you could would you thank me or would
you tell me that I could never heal him?
It was my job to gather the wreckage
you left behind. I taught him to love again,
but I could never teach him to let go.
I could never empty the ocean of hurt.
Sometimes I believe we could have been friends.
He clung to me too, driftwood in the open sea.
We must have something in common. He said
he thought I would like you. Even when his
heart was sore and his lungs were filled,
drowning in the memory of you. Friend,
can I tell you a secret?
Sometimes I hate you more than anything.
I hate what you did to him. I hate that no matter
how far away you are he can’t let go of you.
I hate that he will always love you, how he
doesn’t know how not to love you. I hate
you for dying – not that you chose to die. I wish
you had chosen. Maybe then he’d accept it.
Sometimes I feel like the other woman.
He’s still swimming through the waves,
fighting the current to get to you as if he
doesn’t realize you’ve already been pulled under.
I try to bring him back to shore, to my safe
harbor, but he’s still anchored in you.
Sometimes I think you are selfish.
When you had him you took him for granted,
and yet you held him tight enough to keep
him clinging to you like a buoy out at sea,
clinging to you for air. And now he still clings.
You can’t tell him to let go. Not that you would.
Sometimes I wish he had never met you.
Sometimes I am happy that you’re dead.
Sometimes I wish you never existed.
Note To Society #13
Your past may explain your negative actions, but under no circumstances does it excuse them. If you do something wrong, you will be held accountable, regardless of your tragic backstory.
Wilfords Warfstache’s sad origin/past who knew it wouldn’t be them in disguise but an actual backstory. Poor Wilfred.
As if I wasn’t procrastinating enough, here’s a picture for a story I’ll probably never write!
Confession: We had been together for about a year when she was showing me old pics and came across some of her and her ex she forgot she had. Embarrassed she pull the computer away to delete them quick. But I couldn't unsee his big dick or the nudes she had sent him. We had never sexted like that because she didn't want to. After talking about it more that night i found out why...
She had sexted her ex some HOT stuff and let him film them when she sucked him or let him use her. He has a lot of nudes of her including videos of him facefucking her and spanking her just like this. Every time I come across obscure videos I wonder if I'll find her videos out there on the web. I get so hard thinking about it.
Sweet Child
sweet child,
never forget where you came from and show your parents true love and devotion.
sweet child,
tell those how you truly feel and show them who you truly are.
sweet child,
continue to follow your dreams and let no one tell you they aren’t possible to achieve.
sweet child,
experience the beautiful world for all its glory and let nothing hold you back.
sweet child,
take the worst situations in your life and turn them into the best moments of your life.
my younger self, hang in there.
Throw back to that time my grandma asked me if i wanted something from amazon and when i said no she looked me dead in the eyes and said "yes you do." And handed me her ipad
infinity is such a difficult concept to comprehend because humans aren't used to the idea of forever. everyday, something ends in our lives. we can't imagine anything not-ending that is real. our lives are defined by endings. anything related to us will aways end. we will die, another ending. infinity challenges the whole notion of the cycle of everything as we know it.
(yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist)
F. Scott Fitzgerald, from a letter to Zelda Fitzgerald
And I Let Go.
And today, I’ve decided.
That I will let go.
Let go of the past. Of all those fond memories.
No use reminiscing the past if it’s only bringing up sad feelings.
Look at what you just lost.
Nostalgic.
Today was meant to be a happy day - a day that symbolized me getting back on my feet after a struggling emotionally and physically these past few years. I was so excited about today that I couldn’t fall asleep. With my busy lifestyle, not immediately falling asleep as soon as I lay down in bed is an indicator that something is up.
But today finally came. I officially started a new chapter in my life. However, it also made me reminisce on the past. The lifestyle I had, the friends I kept close... So much has changed. Nothing particularly bad had happened, just time. Time changes everything. Everyone has their own lives to live, their own paths to follow. And sometimes, it just means our paths don’t cross anymore, and we are meant to go about that path alone now. Or at least until we come across an opportunity to make new friends.
But still, I’m missing some of my good friends today. We all still talk, but it isn’t the same. To my friends: I miss each and every one of you, and I hope you’re all doing well. I hope we all get a chance to reconnect soon.
happy 81st birthday to my beautiful wife, nicholas berkeley mason !! 😇
Ahhhhh, memories.........when I was little I went to that school and I remember part of my childhood :)
King Varlorda destroyed all them in claimed land and killed kulei's father.
Past from (Scrooge: A Christmas Carol) on Netflix
I LOVE HER!!!
Our story could fill a whole trilogy. But I’d never write it down because some things need to be left unsaid. Now gathering dust in the shelves our lives are made of.
I have drafts of poetry in my phone I won’t ever finish
Words I started writing when times were different
I won’t ever get to finish them because everything turned out different than the thoughts of the past anticipated it
Not better, not worse
But different
So I now have drafts of poetry in my phone that I can’t finish
Because out of all the “what ifs”, fate chose the one I was most scared of
And the words that were written in the past are to delicate to be burdened by destiny’s cruel choices of today
It’s your birthday
I’ve feared this day for the past month
This night I woke up 8 times, thinking I forgot to tell you happy birthday as the first person on this special day like I always did, followed by a tight hug and a sweet kiss
Just to remember that you wouldn’t even answer the phone now if you’d see my name on the screen
And I’m hurt
Because I do wish you nothing but the happiest birthday ever, but I know I’m no longer part of it and I would ruin your day by saying hi
Happy birthday my love
May this year bring nothing but brightness to you