Hey person on Tumblr who doesn’t think that guy has a right to complain about what someone else writes simply because he doesn’t make as much, you are complaining about what someone else wrote of whom YOU do not make as much.
I just thought I should note the hypocrisy in case you didn’t realize it.
What if Vanna White is like Lassie and they are on their 3rd or 4th Vanna and we just don’t even know because they all look the same and only say one phrase per episode?
Went back to the block we used to live on. Not much has changed. In the picture, it is August 1983. That’s the corner of Ridgewood and Autumn Ave. Church of the Peace is there. I’m almost 2 years old. That’s my sister. I don’t know who that other kid is. My sister seems to be fond of him. I should have put my entire thumb over him. If you’re reading this, kid, no hard feelings.
I love this! Even the tree seems to match up as if trapped in time.
derekzane asked for the best photo we’ve ever taken. Here’s mine.
There are actually three or four in the series—this was in London somewhere and I’ll embarrass myself if I try to name exactly where. It was December, eight years ago, and there was an old man to the right of the frame who loved the pigeons. They’d be on his head and on his arms. The kids were mesmerized. There were millions of pigeons just hanging out in this giant concrete open area, waiting to be fed, shooed away, run away from or just looked at. And then every time a motorcycle went by (in December), they’d all flip out and of course I had my camera on me like the idiot American tourist I was and this is my favorite thing I’ve ever captured.
This is gorgeous with the kid’s hands up in the air. You can see his joy without even seeing his face.
What’s the best picture you’ve ever taken?
I want to see them. In your opinion, the best picture you’ve ever taken. Could be of anything. Post it and tag me so I can see.
Who originally writes those “reblog if…” posts? Are they sitting at their computer typing it, posting it, and then sitting back, rubbing their palms together, and thinking, “Yes, THIS is how I will become famous. This is how I will be remembered!”
This is hilarious because it literally happened to me. And I like an idiot figured nobody would reblog it because those things are so friggin’ annoying. That’s what I get for being a smart ass. Now the damb thing has like 10,000 notes, and I’m so pissed at myself. I really wish it would just disappear but every few days a flood of people decide to reblog it and I realize what a bad idea it was all over again.
Learn from her mistakes, kids.You’ll get the notes but not the credit.
Take it from a guy who has a couple stupid posts with over 200k+ notes. Get Xkit and use the note blocker function!
Diane Birch - Everybody Wants To Rule The World (cover)
Some Things Never End
She was always “the one” in my mind. From the second we made eye contact and that first smile, I was hooked. Time past between when I first saw her and when I first met her and I foolishly took it as fate. But she had a boyfriend. And even after they broke up she moved on before I had the chance to realize I didn’t have a chance. Her next relationship lasted a long time, but we grew as friends during and I just knew things would somehow work out for us eventually. I remember standing around, waiting for her to show up to work so that we would have that brief moment of time before she started. She would stand close by which I stubbornly convinced myself meant something, but it didn’t. She was with Scott.
When he left her she was crushed. But I was not the one she turned to. Instead she went home, to family and gone from my life again. In that time I grew as a person. I dated around and we lost contact. She never truly knew how I felt then. When she messaged me that she was returning and we would once again be working together, my life was renewed. I lost weight, gained confidence, convinced myself I would not let this time go for waste.
When she came back we were closer than ever before. We would talk often, go to lunch together, text each other. Every message brought a fresh smile to my face. Once, early on when I thought things were going somewhere, she came over to my apartment for an early dinner and movie. We had sushi and watched Across the Universe. Nothing happened and, little did I know, nothing ever would.
When I had heard she was dating Michael, I refused to believe it. During a Fourth of July festival I watched her go off in his Jeep and I knew it was more than a rumor. I was heartbroken then. I became depressed beyond any moment before. I started drinking. People close to me became worried. I assured them they had nothing to worry about, but the truth of the matter is that was the darkest time in my life. Working with her went from heaven to hell and I took every advantage I could to not be around her. She took notice and confronted me about my change. I avoided it for as long as I could, but eventually I felt it was time to fess up to my true feelings; the feelings I had had all along.
We spoke for a long time on the back steps. I told her everything and she responded as kindly as anyone could who did not reciprocate. I started to sweat from the heat of the summer sun and I hated my body for the wrong signals I felt it was giving. After I went home I text her one last question—one I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to—and she responded perfectly for keeping me from being able to let go forever. I still haven’t completely let go and I fear I never will. A time later, after she and Michael had broken up, I ran into her and other mutual friends downtown. A group went back to a house and she and I stayed up until nearly sunrise on the back patio talking. We talked more deeply and more personally than we ever had before. She placed her leg on mine and her head on my shoulder as we rocked in the bench swing long after everyone else had gone to bed. When it was time to leave, she walked me to the door and I nearly kissed her then. I still think back to what would have happened if I tried. Foolish.
After I moved away I felt free. But life is nothing if not cruel and a job brought her to the same city a few years after. She came with her new boyfriend, whom she has been with since. I see her on Facebook from time to time, but we never speak. I don’t want to and I feel she might have gotten that hint. I even avoid looking at posted pictures for my own sake. She is not the one that got away. She is the one that was never catchable. When people ask me if I ever see her, I can’t help but have a bitterness to my voice when I respond no. Truth is, as much as I want her out of my life, I want her in it even more.
I mean, how would you even stop a zombie Wolverine?
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