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Fictional Destiny Logos
Fictional Destiny Logos
Fictional Destiny Logos
Fictional Wipeout Logos
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My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.
– https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1wzcaj/serious_how_do_you_cope_with_the_passing_of/cf6s51b/
As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out. Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too. If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
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New Years
I never used to dislike the holidays. But with the current events of this year, being alone and devoid of close friends, I can’t help but feel this New Years is going to be a lonely one.
Wishing I stayed down in Florida with my family for this one. Love you guys so much.
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A photo I snapped of myself while I practice my texting game.
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Speed Cap Ruins Pokémon Go For Commuters →
No!!! I can no longer spin pokestops for unlimited items on the 7 train!
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Oops, I’m finding myself missing Italy and that sweet delicious buffalo mozzarella…
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Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.
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Top of the Standard.
I don’t usually believe in signs.. but this is too hard to explain.
Last night I was trying to kill some time in the city before heading to a friend’s birthday party in Brooklyn.
Traveling solo, I decided to hit up the high line as it would be a nice spot to sit and reflect on the past events during the day. As I got closer, I couldn’t readily find a stairway to get up there, but instead found an elaborate building with a revolving candy shell colored yellow door. I simply couldn’t resist and entered to a literally breathtaking lobby. Wavy divider walls, a cove-like bar to my left, and beautiful walls/floors/ceilings. I followed the patrons in front of me thru a winding hallway to the elevators and headed on up. Did I mention the elevators had LED screens with trippy VFX footage in them? (Loved it). When I got to the top… I heard the bouncer/concierge fellow yell, “Top of the Standard, Bar to the left, Restaurant to the right” and I was frozen. I so dearly wanted to text Diem to tell her I’ve accidentally stumbled across the bar she had always wanted for us to go to.
Now I’ve never believed in signs or the universe trying to tell me something… but this was too hard to explain. I promptly opened up my messaging app to tell her where I had accidentally stumbled upon and the app refused to open despite multiple attempts. (something that has never happened). I then rebooted my phone, and got the app to work. I wrote out my message and within seconds of hitting send.. the app freezes, and my phone crashes and reboots. Thinking the message went thru, I reboot the phone to check and realized it never did, and this type of behavior is something I’ve never experienced before with this particular messaging app. I tried writing out the message a third time… and stopped myself… This is too coincidental, The universe is telling me to leave her alone.. and let her move on… I couldn’t go any further than the elevator bay, and decided to go strait back down to the ground floor without ever entering the bar.
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I Value your Friendship.
I’ve been hit with a litany of bombshells throughout the past few days and I think I finally know what it feels like when depression hits. Lingering in bed so long that I develop headaches… not satisfying my hunger pains… Crying at random hours when the thoughts hit me. its all there.
My tight knit group of friends (or so I believed they were) hosted a party, (We’ve all always spent the holidays together as a group for the past 4+ years) and made the decision to not include me in favor of my ex’s company. I am trying so incredibly hard to not be upset nor angry, Those emotions won’t help me mend things with them and I so dearly value their friendship, I dare not bring any hostility to the table. I just want to understand where I went wrong. I want to let them know I’m sorry If I wasn’t more involved by inviting them out.
I’m sorry I neglected to say hello, I do see you, I know you exist, and I think you are talented, amazing, beautiful, quirky people that I would be lucky to consider my friends. Have we grown farther apart due to the breakup?
My ex has also found someone she fancies which I knew was inevitable, I want to be happy for her as she has tried so hard to be for me but I now see where she struggled. He’s in my field of work, and apparently has worked at some of the places I frequent. The news sends shivers down my spine. I still love her and care about her and I understand she needs to move on, but knowing I might have to come across the man she could potentially fall in love with terrifies me.
I’m just not ready for that to happen, nor will I think I’ll ever be.
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Work beckons for me to shower, get dressed, and get in on time. But the sun is yearning for me to go jogging and forget everything else at the moment in my life.
I wish I could listen to you sun, just not today…