the feeling of despair and sadness seep through my brain, slowly creeping into the back of my mind, leading my thoughts to a sudden stop. oh. my hands rush to the tissues, taking two or three at once. hurriedly wiping at the spilled coffee that quickly spread over my computer. the screen flickers on to off off to on screen flickers once more, before giving a sigh, a sputter, and then black.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
A little boy comes down to breakfast. Since they live on a farm, his mother asks if he had done his chores. “Not yet,” said the little boy. His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his chores. Well, he’s a little pis$ed off, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig. He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. “How come I don’t get any eggs and bacon? Why don’t I have any milk in my cereal?” he asks. “Well,” his mother says, “I saw you kick a chicken, so you don’t get any eggs for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don’t get any bacon for a week either. I saw you kick the cow so for a week you aren’t getting any milk.” Just then, his father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat halfway across the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, “You gonna tell him or should I?”
Biology teacher: Here are some x-rays... this boy broke his wrist jumping over a fence... and here- Senior in the classroom for some reason: Are you sure he wasn't packin' his dip? *does dip packing motion* *later* Biology teacher: And here are the pelvic bones of both men and women... notice how the women's are more- Same senior: *draws penís under the male hipbones* Class: Teacher: Principal: Cactus in Mexico: Senior: Teacher: *ferociously rubs penís... off the board*
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February 17, 2014 2:41pm UTC
If I ask you what you love the answers would likely roll off your tongue. You love to read, you love to write you love birds, music, tattoos. Your mum, your dad, your sister, your bestfriend. How long do you think you could go on before you said "I love myself".