“I just wish that I had someone who would be there for me, and I could be there for him, and we could just dive into it together.”
I could have been a dreamer,
I could have been a shooting star
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A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”
It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses. As early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry them through the evening and into the night. Remember to put the glass down!
I think this just changed my life.
And this is why Psychology is my major.
Boston by augustana or a drop in the ocean by Ron pope
thanks, searching them now :)
I finally brought an ipod, it’s a shuffle but it plays music. Now I need some good music to put on it, any recommendations?
This is my favorite gif since the kiss in “Always.”
It’s like it’s PG and R simultaneously. There’s nothing risque about it — no nudity, no sex, not even any kissing. But the implication of the act, pulling her body against his, rough and sudden, the way her breasts must be pressing flat against his chest, the way her hips must be cradling his (and the thought that if he’s physically aroused at all, she’s going to feel it). It’s the way his face scrunches slightly when he pulls her against him, a hint of ferity, this wild, untamed side of him that’s just promising to take her in the best way possible. It’s the way the smile drops from her lips, her mouth opening on a gasp as her hand comes up to grip his shoulder, needing to hold on in the face of the passion he’s expressing with one simple movement.
STOP I CAN’T TAKE IT
my kitty fell asleep on me so i said “are you sleeping” and she meowed really quietly it was the cutest thing ever im gonna die