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qarcon:

Someone wrote a little story on the wall in the college toilets
"There once was an old man who took long walks on the beach every morning. One day he saw a young man dancing in the distance. As he got closer he realised he wasn’t dancing at all, but reaching down and throwing small crabs into the sea. "Young man, what are you doing?" he asked. "Throwing crabs back into the sea" he replied, "they’ll die if I don’t help them." The old man looked down at the hundreds of small crabs scattered on the beach for miles. "But there must be millions of them," the old man told him aghast. "You can’t possibly make a difference." The young man bent down, picked up another crab and threw it into the ocean. "It made a difference to that one.""

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qarcon:

Someone wrote a little story on the wall in the college toilets

"There once was an old man who took long walks on the beach every morning. One day he saw a young man dancing in the distance. As he got closer he realised he wasn’t dancing at all, but reaching down and throwing small crabs into the sea. "Young man, what are you doing?" he asked. "Throwing crabs back into the sea" he replied, "they’ll die if I don’t help them." The old man looked down at the hundreds of small crabs scattered on the beach for miles. "But there must be millions of them," the old man told him aghast. "You can’t possibly make a difference." The young man bent down, picked up another crab and threw it into the ocean. "It made a difference to that one.""

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It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t.

"It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t." Wow that’s deep…

It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t.

"It’s like being in love: giving somebody the power to hurt you and trusting (or hoping) they won’t." Wow that’s deep…

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iphanthony-kicks-my-stickz:

lucygoosey88:

johnlockinyourface:

theprettiestman:

benedictusantonius:

musingsaboutnothing:

roll-a-d20-and-kiss-me:

Ellen’s just like “Don’t even lie to me. I went on ‘trips’ with plenty of girls and we were ‘just friends’. I AM ELLEN, DON’T YOU DARE HIDE YOUR GAY IN MY PRESENCE.”

^ “DON’T YOU DARE HIDE YOUR GAY IN MY PRESENCE.” I literally thought Gandalf the Grey. 

YOU SHALL NOT PASS [as heterosexual]!

Ellen is Gandalf the Gay

GANDALF THE GAY

For the fucking comments oh my GOD.

Ellen can smell your gay from miles away.

LOL

A letter to a “friend”:

     It was not many years ago when I first met you. You said, “Hi.” And I said, “Hey.” Can we be friends, and I said, “Kay.” You were very nice and you haven’t said anything rude to me.

     By 7th Grade we got closer. Unlike before, we had fun, together. You laugh, I laugh and we just laugh every time when you make fun of our dear old teachers and do random stuff. I started seeing your dark side, though. I was not quite surprised since everyone has a dark side – and I was quite okay with it.

     By the next following Grade, we got even closer. I’d say this was the school year I have felt I have known you the most – the school year I have felt the closest to you. I have not seen more of your dark side, but more of your bright side. I think you were getting better as the school year ended but good things are not supposed to last, eh?

     I was quite happy we were at the same class again because I believed our thing called “Friendship” would have a great chance of staying strong and even stronger.

But expectations always lead to disappointments, as they say. There was one time where you actually were my seatmate. I need to fix a project which is due to that day. You were the first thing that came up on my mind sot I thought you were going to help me.

As the first class ended, I immediately called your name but I thought you didn’t hear me. I called you again, in a louder voice – that I think everyone could hear me. Plus, I held your hand so you could notice me asking for help. After minutes of asking for your help, I got nothing, literally nothing. You didn’t even look at me, or signaled a hand or something. You just took your hand off and walked away, like I’m just some stranger on the streets.

I really got devastated at that time. I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t even think this would happen. But I did not shed a tear, asking why would I shed a tear over someone who does not even care for me?

I stopped talking to you for weeks, waiting for something to happen. But to the old man’s surprise, nothing did happen. I then realized you were not a friend after all. You were not even a friend on the first place. I felt that you just used me and it makes me feel bad. I just realize I was just one of your “victims”, as I was not the only one who was fooled by you.

Months came and there you again. “Hello,” you said. I only smiled and I even barely looked at you. “So it’s been a long time since we haven’t talked,” you said. I only nodded and walked away.

As I have caught a glimpse of your face you just seemed like nothing happen. You were not even aware I was upset. Oh, right, because you were a “friend”! You’re a great, caring and thoughtful “friend”.

Stupid Marre, stupid self, how can I let myself fall into this foolishness? Why did I let myself tamed by the cage of foolishness?

Anyways, if you’re reading this, I just want you to know I have learned a lot. Sure, I’ll miss those “sweet memories”, “funny talks” and everything that was kind of nice, and I will not regret them either. But let the sands of time bury them, dear. Good luck with College and God Bless, friend, if you have ever considered me one.

-   Marre -