#itsagoodlife

[restandbloom]

Me writing my little Hinny fic while I wait for my fav authors to upload more Hinny fics

[blimmo]

Although many entrepreneurs work very long hours, they often don’t accomplish what they want to. In this episode, Brian shares how to work smarter, get more out of your time and achieve phenomenal success.  YOU WILL LEARN:·     The mindset...

[itsagoodlife]

"There is such bravery in her silence."

Amanda Lovelace

[itsagoodlifepoetry]

There are days I like to pretend nothing happened. That I was a normal kid, Who grew up in the cutesy "omg my family is so weird" but not really weird, type of family. That's how I feel most days. But then something happens. Like today, I learned that one of my students has repeated the same mistake that my assaulter made. But this isn't what make me want to speak up per se. What makes me want to scream is that he was in my classroom today. And that girl that he is accused of hurting? She is in the classroom next door. That girl will have to walk past him every day, And she will most likely shy away and try her best to forget that whatever happened, did happen. I want to SCREAM because I wish that 13 years after my assault, society would evolve enough that history wouldn't repeat itself. I want to SCREAM because I am conflicted about my student that I have come to love and want the best future for. I want to SCREAM because I don't want my silence to hurt anyone more than it already has. I want to scream, but the screams of so many other people have fallen on deaf ears already.

@itsagoodlifepoetry

[dairymoos]

Wanted: a person to cuddle with

[grubpugs]

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[the-thoughts-ill-never-speak]

Sitting here on these dryers imagining myself missing this place. This campus. These people. Hard to believe that’s one semester away...

[mellyhatchet]

Today's meaning of life: Take a moment to stop and smell the roses along your path... @beachgirlflagler #MelanieCranfordPhotography #iwillshootyouwithmycamera #stopandsmelltheflowers #roses #friendsandroses #rosegarden #itsagoodlife https://www.instagram.com/p/B3iiZCGgc3m/?igshid=1l53kustzqzjl

[stephaniemalski]

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[ifyoucouldhaveanythingintheworld]

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[jenjen4280]

Those days when you’re not just a mild-mannered govt drone: you’re actually a superhero.... but only your wife knows it (she calls me Super Jenny when I wear them).

[rosewarr]

The Beginning

Throughout my life I have been faced with hardship, trauma and pain. I tend to make light of the things that have most impacted me and as such, people tend to think that I have not been as affected as I claim. This sucks, to be quite honest. While I yearn to be taken seriously, if I don't make my internal struggle into a joke then I know I may not be able to face it. I also understand that no one wants to know about my pain as they are all too busy dealing with their own form of it, and many of them are struggling, as I am, to be heard and understood.

So I go to see a counsellor. I deflect, I make jokes, and I laugh (rather unconvincingly) at events and explanations that would bring most to tears. My depression, it seems, has taken the form within me as one of those wonky mirrors you get at the local shows, distorting and reflecting the truth into something that resembles nothing of the original shape, but may be more attractive, or easier to believe.

My counsellor tells me I should write a book about the "craziness" I experience on a daily basis; I laugh and tell her I couldn't possibly do that, I'm terrible at writing and anyway, no one would read it. She tilts her head, in the way that grown-ups do when listening to a child saying that they can't do something on their own. I start to take the idea a little more seriously. I get home. I write.

And here it is; my crazy, on paper.

[vantaeyoon-blog]

Morning feelings

I woke up loving taegi 💖💓💕💘

[itsagoodlife]

"There's a story she's been telling herself ever since she was a little girl. In order to create her, a witch had to pour a bunch of ingredients into her bubbling cauldron - things like glitter, courage, & a hunger for fairy tales with happy endings. Nowadays she finds herself wondering if the witch forgot the most important ingredient of them all: the thing that would have made her good enough."

Amanda Lovelace

[itsagoodlifepoetry]

Burden Noun: A load, typically a heavy one. I consider myself to be a burden on the people I love sometimes. And when I do feel that way, I tell them that I'm sorry.  I'm sorry to bother you with my problems. I'm sorry to burden you with my mess. And like good friends they tell me that I'm not burdening them. And that they're happy to help me. But the thing is, Happy or not to help, I'm still burdening them with my issues. They are still carrying a load that they did not ask for. And sure, sharing some burden is a part of friendship, But what is the weight limit? At what point will their knees shake and buckle under the pressure? My friends are already carrying the weight of their own trauma. Why would I want to add my own to what they're carrying?

@itsagoodlifepoetry

[dairymoos]

Who else is addicted to milk