Concept: I made a mistake that I don’t know how to make right.
Concept: I made a mistake that I don’t know how to make right.
I made a mistake today but rather than worry about what went wrong, I’m going to learn from it and move forward
i messed up while i was drawing and…
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*doing super detailed, delicate artwork*
“It’s been twenty eight whole minutes since my last irreversible mistake.”
“…Almost time for the gods to betray me again.”
Para encontrar “Seu final feliz”
Um conselho (de alguém que desistiu):
Se está ao seu alcance e você sabe onde está e quem é, então corra até lá , agarre e não solte nunca mais.
(e não tenho tempo pra arrependimentos, foi preciso).
No se trataba que cumpliera o no con los estándares de belleza de todo el mundo, su risa cumplía con todos los estándares de belleza de mí mundo, y eso era suficiente para perderme.
FBI warrant application to spy on Trump aide was fraught with errors: IG report
By Jeff Mordock - The Washington Times - Updated: 1:23 p.m. on Monday, December 9, 2019
No wonder, Durham is conducting a criminal investigation.
Yes, indeed Durham doesn’t agree with Horowitz according to Breitbart.
Thank you anon, 🥰
Learn from your mistakes. It’s the best teacher you can get. But if you ignore it, success will ignore you as well.
Everyone loves to talk about how amazing being a teenager is. With fewer responsibilities, there’s supposed to be less stress and better memories, right? Well, in today’s day and age, being a teenager is not so easy. Social media adds another layer of stress and the societal standards force young adults to conform to ideals and pressures earlier generations never had to worry about. If you think of life like a marathon, this age is just the few first miles. However, if you don’t meet society’s standards of what you should look like, or act like, or embody, you’re running that marathon with an injury- some much more severe than others. There is an additional layer of pressure that’s added with college. Choosing which college you go to, sets the course for your whole life. How much debt will you be in? What reputation does the school have? How do their programs rank in comparison to other schools? And these are questions you can only ask once you get a letter back. We’re supposed to be able to make mistakes without fear of ruining our lives, yet every choice we make somehow impacts our choices 10 years from now. What you do as a teenager sets the path for the rest of your life. Being a teenager today is not so easy. Going to a public high school and not meeting those societal standards is not so easy. We can’t keep overlooking the pressure we put on naive and vulnerable lives. We’re supposed to be happy, yet in most recent years, more and more teenagers are not happy. We need to change. We need to be teenagers again.
Eu imaginei a gente conversando por tantas vezes, falando sobre nós, tratando nossas questões pessoais, abrindo nossos corações, sendo sincero um com o outro… Todavia, isso nunca aconteceu. Todas as vezes que tentei conversar você foi monossilábico. Enquanto eu enviava áudios de 3, 4, 5 minutos, você, no entanto, apenas respondia friamente com um emoji ou um singelo “entendo”.
Ok. Está bem. Não quer falar? Não fale. Não quer sentir? Não sinta. Não quer se abrir? Pode se fechar. Não quer tentar fazer isso dar certo? Te respeito. Quer fingir demência? Tudo bem. Você todos os dias me (com)prova que não tem o mínimo interesse. Só não entendo porque ainda me envia um “boa noite”, quando deveria finalmente dizer “adeus”.
I hope … one day i‘m feeling better .. i didn’t do something wrong i really did my best for the one i loved .. but that feeling of “loneliness” especially at night .. its hard .. i think of you and every time i did that i ask myself - what did i do wrong- am i really such a bad person who deserves that ?- i really did my best and i never wanted to hurt you in any way .. but you broke my heart in thousand pieces and i don’t know why … i wanted to help you when you were down .. i wanted to make you happy in every way .. we could have done everything together - I would have done everything for you out of love .. i loved you so much I’ve couldn’t see someone else by my side never! And it’s hard to realize.. you could … really i‘m looking for the problem all of my side .. but the only thing i did was loving you with all my heart maybe that was the problem i don’t know.. but it’s getting better everyday the sadness is getting smaler and my heart didn’t hurt that much anymore.. out of that fact you doesn’t care and i am nothing to you .. but remember.. i really loved you and everything i did was out of that deep deep love i feeld for you .. but .. life must go on and you decided to live your life without me .. and i have to accept that .. i’m sorry … 🦕 🐚
It’s weird that you’re not allowed to misspeak on the internet, you’re expected to know the exact words to use. Speaking in real life people can understand if just don’t have the right words in the moment but that doesn’t translate on the internet. Text is less forgiving than speaking face to face, we don’t seems to take that into consideration when we converse with strangers on here.
Our impressions are immediately set in stone, you’re a monster in the wake of your mistake, misplaced word, misinterpretation.
admitting i fucked up today and just going to try and learn from the experience rather than beat myself about it because the reality is i can’t do anything about it now but acknowledge my mistake and do better next time.
Smettetela di farci stare così ragazzi !
But as I’ve grown older (it’s)…as if God has inbuilt in me a spirit of clemency I wasn’t aware of when younger. It may be, of course, that I’m just grateful to be above ground and what seems more significant to note is human goodness. I’m at an age now when in the early mornings I’m often revisited by all my own mistakes, stupidities and unintended cruelties. They sit around the edge of the bed and look at me and say nothing. But I see them well enough.
~ Niall Williams, “This Is Happiness” (Bloomsbury Publishing, December 3, 2019)