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I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.
I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.
Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.
This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.
‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’
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Munchkin Kitties (x)
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If vain was a color to paint in you,
Your heart would be the color blue.
Be a gradient from there, until your body met your hair
Which remained a silver.
You are the one they call Jesus Christ.
Who didn’t know no rock and roll.
Just a mission made of guns that they give boys in Vietnam.
In a heart that always told you
There’s a madness in us all.
There’s a madness in us all.
So
Who wrote the rules?
Who wrote the rules?
Who wrote the rules?
They said
Every one of you will never try to lend a hand
When the police men don’t understand.
Boys, all you boys
Think you’re so American.
Girls, all you girls
Yeah you’re so American.
He may not be born of this land
But he was born of this world.
He was born of all the mothers
And the colors of our brothers
And the love that was started.
You are the one they call Jesus Christ.
Who may not know no rock and roll,
There may not be a heaven,
Or a place in which to send ya,
But you know in the end
There’s a madness in us all.
So
Who wrote the rules?
Who wrote the rules?
Who wrote the rules?
They say
Every one of you will never try to lend a hand
When the police men don’t understand.
Boys, all you boys
Think it’s so American.
Girls, all you girls
Yeah you’re so American.
There’s two eyes for every one of us
But somebody got there first and took them all.
Man, oh man
You think it’s so American
Man, oh man.
Yeah you’re so American
There’s two eyes for every one of us
But somebody got there first and took them all. -
its not fair
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there is no solution
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Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead.
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Clementine: Too many guys think I’m a concept. Or that I complete them or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked up girl who’s looking for my own peace of mind. Don’t assign me yours.
