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Ask me anything
(Source: nevernevernevergiveup)
A Man Broken; Rebuilding
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
Whoa
How my kids will learn
This
Hey mister where have you been
I’ll never get to live this life again
I gave it all but you were never there / I gave it all
But did you really ever care / I hope where you
Are is home for you / Because I never found
Mine / While I was always looking for you
Hey mister where have you been / I’ll never get
To live this life again / Live it up
Where are (Where are) are you this time? (Are
You this time) / You never showed / I’ll never
Know / How could your just let me go / I’m all
Alone (I’m all alone) but your can’t feel that (You
Can’t feel that) / Look at me now / Now I’ve be-
Come / Become the man you’ll never know
This is the anthem for all you cowards
This is the anthem for all you cowards (Cowards)
Hey mister where have you been
I’ll never get to live this life again
I just don’t see it eye to eye anymore / You were
Too much for me to ignore / This search has
Been full of so many tears / That flooded the
Future I saw discovering you
Hey mister where have you been / I’ll never get
To live this life again / Live it up
Where are (Where are) are you this time? (Are
You this time) / You never showed / I’ll never
Know / How could you just let me go / I’m all
Alone (I’m all alone) but your can’t feel that (You
Can’t feel that) / Look at me now / Now I’ve be-
Come / Become the man you’ll never know
This is what I got / I don’t need you anymore
This is what I got / I don’t need you
Oh god. When I used to use gifboom lol
Why is this being reblogged? dat light change
mmmmmmm
(Source: thefuckingcutest)
Throw me over your shoulder and carry me off to Valhalla you viking goddess.
For anyone who doesn’t know: The name of this adorable ‘viking goddess’ is Samantha Wright
Yes, she might be showing up in the 2016 olympics.
And yes, she is always this cute.
she’s back and as friggin’ adorable as ever
UNF
Marry me Viking Goddess!
(Source: chikcs)
One week.
And I’m home. Who I will see though, I guess that’s up to them more than me. All I know is I have Sacramento River to wander, downtown Sac to bike, and the California beaches to sun bath in. I miss home.
It will be up to you; the question is will you ask.
(Source: bubonickitten)
Ironic.
You say someone else has been able to make you happy. If that’s the case, get over it. Move on, if not for yourself, for that person. This is not fair to them.
Lots of people make me happy; and a few in particular have excelled as of late in doing so, but you never just “get over and move on” from the person you wanted to seriously spend the rest of your life with. You say it like it was puppy love, or a highschool sweetheart situation or just some learning experience. We were something special.
And don’t read my shit if you don’t care what I have to say. I still love you; even if you’re an idiot, and even if that means I’m stupid for still caring, but I’m not going to let it go, ever. If you were over it you’d stop posting shit like that like you’re wounded and having second thoughts.
Atleast I acknowlege that I still love and want you, and I make my feelings known; there is not subterfuge in my actions or my words.
If you have something to say, say it.
