So, I’m pretty sure when I was in the shower, I heard a loud banging, but my shower is loud, and the music was on OD.
Then I came down stairs, and it sounds every so often like someone is walking upstairs.
I am downstairs.
I know there isn’t a robber in my house, but there could be, you know? And I’m screwed if there is.
If I turn on the music, then I won’t know if he’s coming downstairs to kill me.
Also, the Staten Island Ninja isn’t helping.
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you used to be a nice, innocent boy, and now you’re just a jerk. i never liked you or had interest in you, i just thought you were a nice boy that could make me laugh and we can joke around.
you’re taking everything a little to serious now. it’s not cool. no one thinks you’re funny. and you lost a lot of my respect.
hmm.
- Anna Nalick - Breathe (2 AM)
- sung by Chyler Leigh (Lexie)
- Brandi Carlile - The Story
- Gomez - How We Operate
- sung by Kevin McKidd (Owen)
- Jesus Jackson - Running on Sunshine
- Kate Havnevik - Grace
- sung by Sara Ramírez (Callie) + the rest of the female cast
- Psapp - Cosy in the Rocket
- Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
- sung by Kevin McKidd (Owen) + Sara Ramírez (Callie) + Chandra Wilson (Bailey)
- The Fray - How to Save a Life
omg omg omg be right back jizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzing.
look those kids are from new york city ok
dont front
theyre in my school system
THEY ARE FROM STATEN ISLAND. REPRESENTTTTTTTT.
The Definition of Love By RYAN O’CONNELL
You can stop taking quizzes in Cosmo. Here’s what love really is.Love is still wanting to hold someone after you climax. After the initial euphoria from the orgasm wears off, you’re replaced with a sense of calm rather than a panic. You don’t want to search for your clothes, scramble to find your keys and figure out the best way to tell them, “See ya later forever!” You’re fine with chilling out in bed with the person and maybe ordering pad thai later.
Love is unattractive. It can expose our worst traits: Jealousy, irrational fears, heated anger; the gang’s all here! While it can bring out compassion and tenderness, it can also make you behave like the ugliest version of yourself. That can be okay for a little while, but love with real longevity should be like a xanax rather than an adderall.
Love is not afraid to be schmaltzy. There’s a reason why the most popular love songs are so lyrically simple. You can drown it in metaphors all you want but love usually boils down to, “You make me so happy. I want to hold your hand. I just want u 2 be mine 4ever!” You can be a 50-year-old linguistics professor at Columbia University and still find something to relate to in a Mariah Carey ballad if you’re in love because the feelings are so universal. It’s humbling, isn’t it? No matter who you are or what your background is, love can reduce you to Mariah Carey mush.
Love is an all-consuming drug. It gives us these natural highs we’ve only read about in books or heard in songs. It’s addictive. It’s what keeps us going to bars, drinking glasses of wine, going to that stupid house party in Bushwick; it’s all for the possibility of finding love. In the wrong hands, love can be dangerous and scary. If someone lacks a healthy foundation, love can kill. All of these crimes you read about in the newspapers are usually linked to passionate love. “I did it because I loved them just…too much.”
Love is not what our parents had. In high school, you never wanted to think about your mother and father having once slept with people in the backseat of cars and feeling warm and happy. That would make it feel less special and young. It would make love have less to do with you when, EXCUSE ME, it has EVERYTHING to do with you.
Love is getting drunk with your significant other at a party and taking a cab home with your bodies intertwined. You feel safest in these moments, the most secure. Entering a social gathering with someone who loves you is the biggest security blanket. People leave the party as a parade of droopy expressions and sad cocktail dresses. But not you. “Sorry guys, I’m in love! I’m taking a car!”
Love is fucking stupid. Love is fucking smart. Love is about betraying yourself, of compromising your ideals for someone else’s approval. That’s actually the bad kind of love, but I guess it all blurs together when you’re young or when you’re old or when you don’t love yourself.
Love is your significant other telling you about their favorite album and then making a point to fall in love with it on your own. Love is wondering why your better half loves certain things. You think you can find remnants of them in their favorite films, books and songs, but you usually can’t.
Love is finding yourself feeling protective over someone else’s well-being Love is being incensed with rage when someone or something has done your lover wrong.
Love is wanting your partner to cum. And if they can’t, just say, “That’s okay. I’m enjoying this.” It might be bullshit, but they’ll be orgasming in the next five minutes. Trust me.
Love isn’t always marriage. Marriage is spending $60,000 so everyone can know that someone loves you. You know what’s certainly not love? Debt. In some cases, love can be divorce.
Love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. Love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. Love is not passive. Love is “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Love is “Who the FUCK were you talking to?” Love is sometimes hating yourself for a second. Love is hate. Period. Indifference is the real killer of love and the true antithesis.
When love leaves you, you should be lying on your bathroom floor with no resolve. You’re smoking cigarettes in the bathtub and crying about everything bad that’s ever happened.
Love is someone seeing the beauty in you and wanting to bask in it every day all day. Love is not guaranteed. We are not owed love. That’s why when we get it, we know how lucky we are and hold on to it for dear life.
So, yeah. That’s what love is. Anyone know where to get some?
-thethoughtcatalog
According to this, I was actually in love. That’s nice to know. Now if only- hm.
Ernest Hemingway popularized the term “Lost Generation.” It refers to the people who had to fight in World War I. World War I was characterized by a lack of humanity. Mustard gas does not have an immediate affect, but it is incredibly itchy, burns, and terrible blisters. It can also cause bleeding and blisters within the respiratory system. Battles seemed never ending; moving only to the next trench even if one had won that battle. The Germans did not have enough weapons and soldiers. All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque portrays the theme of the “Lost Generation” incredibly well, with the use of the character Paul Baümer. Paul goes into the war as an innocent young man, and changes completely, and is ultimately lost.
Remarque does not say outright how Paul has changed, but over time the diction that he uses and the way he describes Paul’s demeanor changes. In the beginning, optimism is necessary to get on through the next day, the next battle. Although Kemmerich dies early in the novel, Paul knows that this is usual and is going to happen. By the end, everyone just hopes to die quickly, because the war is so bad, and it is so likely that they will die. “‘What has Kantorek written to you?” Müeller asks him. He laughs. ‘We are the Iron Youth.’ We all three smile bitterly, Kropp rails: he is glad that we can speak.” They are alive, and they know, at this point that is what is important and they think that they will be okay. There is hope symbolized by Katczinsky, his sixth sense to find food allows them to continue a day longer. Not only the food allows them to continue going, but his friendship and knowledge is what truly holds them together.
Paul becomes part of the “Lost Generation” when Kropp gets shot in the leg. He witnesses one if his longest friends get shot, and have his leg amputated. “We count the weeks no more. It was winter when I came up, and when the shells exploded the frozen clods of earth were just as dangerous as the fragments. Now the trees are green again. Our life alternates between billets and the front. We have almost grown accustomed to it; war is a cause of death like cancer and tuberculosis, like influenza and dysentery. The deaths are merely more frequent, more varied and terrible.” Paul witnesses everyone around him die, there is no hope anymore, there is nothing. They have no supplies, no soldiers, they have to keep fighting through, no matter the sickness or the pain. There is no more leave. Everything is serious now, even when the war began, there was laughter and happy moments. If they do survive, and make it back home, all of their friends are dead, and they are just left with the memories of war, of their friends getting shot, amputated, and killed. For Paul, he would be left with the memory of stabbing a soldier face-to-face, of the family that is now without him. When Kat dies, it is the final straw, it is inevitable that Paul will die. Kat is the core of their group, without him, everything falls apart. When Paul dies, it is peaceful, because he doesn’t have to deal with the painful memories that he had dealt with for the past years, the memories that the rest of the “Lost Generation” has to live with for the rest of their lives.
The “Lost Generation” refers to people who witnessed the horrors of World War I. They often had Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, or were shell-shocked. Paul Baümer was a witness to these horrors. So were all of his fellow soldiers. Although it may seem wrong, Paul and his fellow soldiers escaped the terrible things that happened if they had made it home. There was no money and there were tons of food shortages. The conditions back at home after the war were not much better than at home.
insertcleverurlhere answered your question:Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? See…about that, the cookie jar doesn’t exist, neither does the cookie, they are both figments of your imagination.
Lyra should be a philosopher. :)
I GOT THIS
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