“Letting go” by me.
For the wonderful person who requested a poem about being in a situation wherein you’re not certain if you should let go or not because it seems like the both of you are waiting on each other to make the first move.
I prefer fictional characters over actual human beings because as a book ends and I close its covers I also take away its ability to let me down beyond my imagination.
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A guy had been feeling down for so long that he finally decided to seek the aid of a psychiatrist.
He went there, lay on the couch, spilled his guts then waited for the profound wisdom of the psychiatrist to make him feel better.
The psychiatrist asked me a few questions, took some notes then sat thinking in silence for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his face.
Suddenly, he looked up with an expression of delight and said, “Um, I think your problem is low self-esteem. It is very common among losers.”
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My fifth tattoo, stands for “nothing ventured, nothing learned” it is written in Braille and done in white ink.
20 Things We Need To Stop Talking About In 2013 (via perfect)
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No one is a slut. “Slut” is a made-up word to keep women from having as much fun as men. A person who enjoys sex is just a person and a person who is a virgin is also just a person and everyone should lay off each other’s sex lives. Retire the word “slut” please.
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Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
