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It's not what we do, or where we go... It's how we do it. It's not about what happened, but what we choose to do afterwards that matters.






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As it turns out

I ran into someone I knew back from middle school at the park yesterday evening. He was in a old car with another guy. He ran up to me and was like “Is that you Nancy?” He’s gotten pretty handsome and tall. Then I saw his nose, and his eyes. The traces of coke and weed hindering on his expressions. 

It’s sad. It’s absolutely sad, to see people you were classmates with, hung out with, got into trouble with, and felt comfortable around turn into the type of person you never wanted or want to be around. It was very hard for me not to pass judgement and pity. I firmly believe people “know” exactly what they’re doing— whether good or bad. 

He rambled on about how he’s been homeless for over two years. I sensed it after I asked him if he still lived in the area and he responded ” I guess you can say that”. He’s turning 21 this year and I jokingly said “Man be careful, 21 is hard. Living past 21 is a challenge.” He seriously responded me with ” I probably wouldn’t have lived past 16, but I did it, and I’m here now.” 

I just didn’t know what to say. Here I was with my new car, my dog, my great job, my happy… happy non-violent drug-free life, and a guy I once raised havoc with all around Bixby Knolls with a group of friends is living out of his friend’s car trying to fight off smoking crystal meth and trying to get his girlfriend back. 

When the small talk ended the only thing I could get myself to do was tell him to be safe, and take care of himself. Things will change if you do something about it… 

02:14 pm, by piccole-cose2 notes

I am totally obsessed with this song. This is Romeo’s and I’s song. It’s very spiritual but works out to be a great wedding song. I actually shed tears just listening to it. 

Excuse the quality. I can’t wait for Rascal Flatts’ album to release so I can buy the full length, high quality version. 

03:19 pm, by piccole-cose1 note



This is true

This is true


03:27 pm, reblogged from  by piccole-cose514 notes

black-quadrant:

don’t mistreat people who are sincerely kind

don’t use them for their generosity

and for fuck’s sake don’t take them for granted expecting them to always be there because they’re nice

good-natured people can be worn down so much that even they can become jaded

treat these people right

12:54 pm, reblogged from Sophrosyne by piccole-cose217,436 notes

mahalkitax3:

I’m not a therapist.

No matter how many

nights I spend

trying to get to know you,

and find out why you’re so

messed up and

confused

I can’t analyze

personalities.

What I should have done

was understand you,

not try to explain

why you were

the way you were.

I was too busy

trying to figure out

why you did

the things that you did

instead of

loving you

for the things

you couldn’t change.

I’m sorry I tried

to fix you

when I should have

just

loved you.

(Source: acupofkeen)

09:06 am, reblogged from Sophrosyne by piccole-cose110 notes



humansofnewyork:

"I decided to leave my life eight months ago. Since then, I’ve been to Finland with a Latin American ballroom dancing team, toured Sweden with a Greek, met some Canadians in Amsterdam to watch the Olympics, and I’m about to head to Iraq to teach social media to soldiers in war zones."

humansofnewyork:

"I decided to leave my life eight months ago. Since then, I’ve been to Finland with a Latin American ballroom dancing team, toured Sweden with a Greek, met some Canadians in Amsterdam to watch the Olympics, and I’m about to head to Iraq to teach social media to soldiers in war zones."


(Source: vasuki)

09:03 am, reblogged from Encourage by piccole-cose983,652 notes

unprintable:

How do people do backflips and shit? like i can’t even flip my grilled cheese without fucking up

(Source: unprintable)

10:48 pm, reblogged from life by piccole-cose327,727 notes

Most of our problems are because we act without thinking or we keep thinking without acting. #truth


(Source: b-a-d-reputation)


the-rest-in-trumpets:

katswhiskers:

velvetonions:

imagine a milkshake place called “shakesperience” where all the milkshake flavours are named after puns of shakespeare plays

  • Oreothello
  • Rolo and Juliet
  • Macberry
  • Mars Ado About Nothing
  • Antonutella and Cleopatra
  • Merchocolate of Venice
  • Two Gentlemint of Verona
  • Richerry III

It would bringeth all the gentlemen to the yard. 

(Source: queerbiologist)


I am that friend who disappears for months and does not talk to anyone anymore but sometimes randomly shows up at a kick back or a party and secretly creeps on their social networks for updates on their happy lives that I’m not a part of.

10:31 pm, by piccole-cose4 notes

I am highly possessive of my things. I’m not materialistic. I had to learn the hard way of what it feels like not to have valuable things or to have it taken away. You feel angry at first and blame it on other people for doing such a crime. However, at the end of it all, I realized that… Had I not flaunted the things I had, or showed carelessness towards these things… What happened could have been prevented. I would not wish burglary, of any kind, on anyone. It truly is a terrible experience. Not to mention the feeling of violation. Unfortunately I haven’t come to forgive the people who did it. I still hold dear to my gut that I may be make day to day contact with the persons who did it. I’ll never know for sure. I do trust that karma will surely come around like clockwork.

A word of advice: Don’t flaunt your things. BUT….. Take pictures of EVERYTHING and anything that belong to you. Save the file somewhere. If it weren’t for selfies and instagramming some key things I had and different parts of my room, I probably wouldn’t have been able to be reimbursed by our home insurance for some of the losses. Also, always always password protect and sign up for those gps tracking/lost mode apps. It turns your electronics into expensive paperweights.

10:22 pm, by piccole-cose1 note

"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.