You’re right on the mark there: I missed the point, a good number of times, which sent me into a downward spiral.
It took a good amount of time and help to aknowledge I was responsible for 90% of my suffering.
You’re right on the mark there: I missed the point, a good number of times, which sent me into a downward spiral.
It took a good amount of time and help to aknowledge I was responsible for 90% of my suffering.
And I was countering your reply.
So you try, you get turned down. Does it hurt? Yes. Is it the end of the world? If anyone replies with “yes” that is a serious issue because it is not.
Getting a “no” for an answer is almost guaranteed. What is there to lose? Perhaps the lost “yes” for not trying.
It goes above and beyond being feminist.
If a guy doesn’t want to go out with a girl that actively asked him out, he is plain, basic, stupid.
Bullshit.
It’s a social - stupid - standing that states romantic/social/sexual advances must be started by the male part, which automatically relegates the female part to a passive/subdued part.
If you want someone, be bold. Doesn’t matter how you define yourself either.
I don’t really care if you are shy and can’t speak or any coping mechanism you may have built to justify your awkwardess. Just try.
Write a note. Have a mutual friend act as a liaison to help the first step. Write a letter. Blurt out the most incoherent speech you can muster. Then say it all again, only ten times slower. Send smoke signals. Use a parrot or a crow. But try.
It hurts a lot more to punish yourself for not trying, later in your life. Failure and rejection are part of it. Get used to it. Learn from it.
this little car came out of the assembly line with 120hp.
For a car under 900kg of total weight, it is a lot of power. It would fishtail like an angry beast, burn rubber at a slip of the foot and make you crap yourself if you felt like pushing it a bit over the safety zone.
It was a defining car: you could buy it but it wasn’t guaranteed you’d own it.
Considering the amount of plastics going into the building of an SUV, I’d risk tge hot hatch would survive.
So, what we should take from this is that any foray into any art is useless, therefore we should surrender any and all creative impulse to faceless companies.
Fuck no.
I’d rather distribute my work for free and have it read and enjoyed nonetheless than not write at all.
They accomplish that and the already diminutive presence they have in the world will shrink even more.
I should consider having one of these made to hang on my door.
All herbivores are opportunistic carnivores.
Exactly
Connery was a good actor but I think he got stuck to the role of the secret agent/military man/though guy, although I enjoyed his performance in Finding Forrester.
Lazenby was the forgotten Bond, right? I agree. He had a presence but I think he was badly received after the Connery era as his Bond was more mild mannered. When Roger Moore took the character and broke off the previous mold, it simply erased the previous Bond and started the fan theory that Bond was a codename and not an individual.
Timothy Dalton was the best Bond, closest to the books.
Today, I was the 1% getting to know something new.
Done!
Some good humored banter never hurt anybody.
That is the sole thing I draw the line. Scynical as it may sound, ink on skin, no. It feels as an ownership brand that can never be taken off or thrown away.
I personally dislike the notion of being permanent on another life. Either because things don’t work, people grow apart or someone simply dies, from misfortune, sickness or old age, nobody should be tied to another, in any way. Life should go on. Must.
And I’m happily and for a long time monogamous.
What I wanted to convey is, if the mesh is fine enough, the pattern can get marked on the skin, leaving an elegant but discreet - shall we call it - love brand behind.
If you’re going to cheat, at least be bold enough about it and keep the wedding band on.
Use metal and artistic value, like this.
And if the pattern is open enough, sun ligh will leave the mark on the skin. It’s one very discreet way to keep the “mark” of who we love, skin deep.
Yup?