my friends call me T, im 19, i absolutely love to laugh.. I'm enjoying every second of my life and i'm trying to find myself while doing it. Well here goes nothing! Let the adventure begin.
The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.
One of them
Missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.
Car wouldn’t start.
Get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..
Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,
This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment
Just a bunch of girls with so many dreams.
So many hopes in a life full of broken promises.
With the thought that cheap vodka fills the broken cracks.
That’s the thing though, it only fills the wounds for night.
The thought that cheap alcohol is suppose to make you forget.
It doesn’t make you forget anything except you forget yourself.
The thought of filling fulfilled and not so empty for a part of time.
However, as much vodka as you can fill in your system is never enough.
At the very end of the night, or at the very early morning.
You resume back to your broken-self.
With the clouded image that you could ever feel fixed.
The process continues, with the hope one day it could change.
How can a substance make you feel so full, but so empty at the same time?
cheap vodka & cheaper thoughts.
افتح فمك فقط إن كان ما ستقوله أجمل من الصمت
Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.
Arabic Proverb (via bl-ossomed)
My grandmother recently passed on, and boy… was she a funny lady. She was known far and wide for her candor and lack of filter. One of the running jokes in our family was when we had to talk to Grandma about the DNR order; whether she would like to be resuscitated when the time came or whether she would like to be let go. After thinking for a little while she said “I’d like you to try three times. If it doesn’t stick, then let me go.” Grandma probably didn’t anticipate for this to be worthy life advice. But it applies in all areas of our lives. You have to go on three dates before you make a decision about a relationship. You have to go to three classes before you drop the course. You have to strike out three times before you’re sent back to the bench. Her advice is etched onto my left arm.
In jewish tradition, it is said that your life cannot truly end when your soul leaves your body. If you have loved and have been loved, your life in woven into the lives of your loved ones. In that regard, my grandmother can never die. She is, forever, woven into me.
“Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.” - Albert Einstein
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