If they respect you, respect them. If they disrespect you, still respect them. Do not allow the actions of others decrease your good manners, because you represent yourself not others.
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You never know what other people have gone through. Be kind.
Some say heartbreak is a horrible thing
But, I embrace the pain it brings
Heartbreak is a tool
A fake fool who’s heart is fake
They say life is what you make it,
But, is that the truth?
They say heartbreak makes you great
Well, one day maybe I’ll be living proof.
Through life is death,through pain is glory.
We climb mountains for strength
Use our heartbreak for stories.
The snow begins to fall as I glance around and find no one.
I am lost.
Snow blankets the ground and I have no idea
What is east or north,
What is south or west,
And even if I did I would not know what path to take.
My life precariously balanced at this point and I am scared.
Scared, simply because I know that the next step that I make
Will permanently alter my future.
You appear from thin air and your hand finds me
And you melt all my fears away.
The light from within in you shines so bright that you guide me
Through the darkest storms
And the shadows run and hide from the beauty within you.
The sound of your voice makes me weak, I can’t think
Or prevent myself from falling.
And while I am still lost and do not know where I am headed,
Do not know why I am here
Or exactly how I arrived,
I can’t make myself care.
I know that whatever direction I choose will bring me closer to where I want to be.
You are my rock,
You are my knight in shining armor,
My lullaby when I cannot sleep.
You are My Everything.
Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.
“What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk.That’s how being eleven years old is. You don’t feel eleven. Not right away. And you don’t feel smart eleven, not until you’re almost twelve. That’s the way it is.”
That’s how I feel about being an adult… Sometimes it’s hard to just become an adult the day after you graduate.
Sometimes I feel as though my heart could explode
Explode with missing you
Explode with loving you
Explode with needing you
Explode with wanting you to leave me alone
There are times when I want to be up under you
On top of you
Times when I wish you would go home
When I think about you
You are cute
You are thoughtful
You are everything I ever dreamed
You are also the most annoying man I’ve ever known
But whether I hate you today and love you tomorrow
There is only you
You are you