I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
By the age of 10
She knows time,
She’s already chosen a gown
And a maid of honor
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen
To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what want my wedding will look like
But I imagine
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held
The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps
When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I tell them
If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos
Just so we can both have a few things to work on
Because aren’t we all unfinished?
Don’t we all need a little editing?
Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense
She doesn’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most
I don’t know when I will be married
I don’t know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife
I always say
…She’s a lot like you.
Q:If your acne on your butt hurts a lot it could be a cyst... If it's not going away.
well actually it’s on my back lol
but thanks anyway for the attention :D
Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.
MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS …
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It’s never too late.
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
hair’s finally growing back. btw 2,5 years on teaaa!
God, this guy is my motivator in my transition process. he gave me a lot of inspiration even just by looking at his blog. hope i could be like him, in my own way. :)
Children’s toy preferences are influenced primarily by biology, not culture. Hormones control who likes what.
OH SHIT, SCIENCE TIME
"New and ongoing research suggests babies’ exposure to hormones while they are in the womb causes their toy preferences to emerge soon after birth.”
This article is really interesting.
I copy and pasted the excerpt up there from the article for one reason in particular: though we don’t know what causes transsexualism, scientists are fairly sure it is from a large amount of exposure to the opposite sexes hormones while they’re in the womb. This little study helps support the idea that idea and the hormones you’re exposed to when you’re developing determine things like that, including why transsexual people exist.
I will seriously never understand people who deny the fact transsexualism is a medical condition.
Because our bodies/hormones are perfect and they never get messed up, obviously.
Some people on Tumblr say that gender identity has zero correlation with presentation, preferences, and some other things like that. I respect that’s what they believe, but I don’t agree with them.
For most people there’s an obvious connection. I don’t have the time to read this article right now but I will later. This sounds like it could be really interesting.
Why else would boys generally gravitate towards certain activities, interest, and toys, while girls generally prefer other things in particular. I thought it went deeper than the way other people discuss it, as if it’s a coincidence.
I held my girlfriends hand while she died. My long term girlfriend passed away September 2nd from advanced stage ovarian cancer. When she was diagnosed last December I had a lot of thoughts run through my head, but none of them were as weird as it ended up being.
When someone dies of cancer it isn’t anything like the bullshit romantic last words version we know from the movies. It’s them being unable to walk. Then unable to eat. Then drink. Then talk. When the doctor gave us her final diagnosis it was for two weeks to a month. She ended up dying barely two weeks later. For the last few days it was hard for her to speak because of the pain medicine she needed. I don’t know if she was awake under that fog, but I tried to reassure her and do my best. I was up with her one night because she woke up and seemed confused. She kept trying to ask me something but none of the words made sense and I couldn’t figure out what she wanted. She kept repeating the same nonsense phrases and I could tell she was asking me something. All I could think was that she was going to die and I couldn’t fucking figure out what she wanted me to do for her. God damnit I just wanted to get her what she wanted. In that moment everything is so fucked I would do anything do make her life 1% better. I started guessing and finally said, “do you want to know what’s going on?” and she replied, “YES”. I told her she had late stage cancer and that she was dying. She smiled and looked utterly relieved. She had forgotten what was happening to her and was scared because she didn’t understand what was going on.
The next day she began having difficulty breathing. Hospice tells caregivers that the “death rattle” isn’t painful for the patient, but it sure sounds like it is. I don’t know what water boarding is like, but this doesn’t seem far off. Constantly struggling for each breath. Like listening to someone gargle after brushing their teeth. Her family and I sat with her all night because we didn’t know what was going to happen. And then all of a sudden something changed and instead of labored breathing she was gasping but nothing was going in or out. Like a fish out of water. I was holding her hand and telling her it was going to be okay but I don’t fucking know what that was like. I don’t know if she was even aware. Ten seconds later that was it. Everything stopped. She used to be right there and then she just wasn’t. I could literally feel her hand getting cooler. I wanted so badly to keep her safe but I couldn’t do anything and I have no idea what happens in that moment.
Her 25th birthday would have been two weeks ago. Life is totally random and I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. I do know that everyone should live each moment to the fullest. There’s too many things we can’t predict.
This super-cute baby orangutan has had a difficult start to life - but staff at an animal charity are now caring for his every need. Rescuers freed 10-month-old Noel from a small wooden cage in Siduk, Indonesia.He was locked up by locals after his home was destroyed during the construction of a new oil plantation. A local tried to sell him to International Animal Rescue, but instead a team from the charity made their way into the plantation and confiscated the ape. Noel is now being looked after at the Ketapang Rescue Centre in Borneo, Indonesia. He is currently in quarantine but will soon join the rest of the baby orangutans at the centre. Once old enough he will be taught how to survive in the wild before hopefully being released.
can i join the project? i’m in indonesia and i’m interested about wild life. want to join!
Before you speak, ask yourself: Is it kind, is it true, is it necessary, does it improve upon the silence?