Let the waves crash on me, I'll breathe with the water. It's like I'm porous anyway, everything gets to me. This is where dreams die and are forgotten when we wake in the morning. I refuse to be like the dreams this town used to have. It'll take more than a calendar change for you to have a fresh slate, you're a shitty person today and will still be one tomorrow. Don't kid yourself. I don't idolize a single fucking one of you. Trust without cynicism is hollow. I know if I were to fall (and shatter)
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service. While working for ACS, I really experience a few very interesting situations. Of all the situations that occurred while working for ACS there is one that really stood out the most to me. The situation occurred about 4 years ago with the Operations Manager of the Humana campaign. First of all let me give you a little background information on the Operations Manager. His name is Craig and he was transferred into our company from Florida. He was very arrogant, racist, stubborn, but intimidated
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The Merchant of Venice ACT I SCENE I. Venice. A street. Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO ANTONIO In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself. SALARINO Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There, where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers
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• This is my first ever tab so be nice :) Follow me on twitter: @ohmanthevamps Capo on 5 Intro: C Verse: C C You just know, sometimes you feel it in your bones C G Though we've heard that hearts can still be wrong F Somethings telling me that you're the one C C I just know, even if I had a heart of a stone C G You could make
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[Zayn] Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me But bear this mind it was meant to be And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me [Liam] I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, You've never loved your stomach or your thighs The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine [Zayn + Liam] But i'll love them endlessly (Chorus) I won't let this little things slip out of my mouth But if I do
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voice of a child and an ironic, slightly world-weary adult. The innocence of his childhood voice and memories, countered with the lingering sadness of his adult one gave me pause to think about the range of voice being brought to the table. The piece lacks a distinct sense of rage at the narrator’s loss of his brother. This made me highly intrigued as to what the poem would feel like if it was filled with rage or even regret. And while the narrator lingers on past memories, he certainly doesn’t regret
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waiting for you Welcome to New York Welcome to New York Welcome to New York It’s been waiting for you Welcome to New York Welcome to New York It’s a new soundtrack I could dance to this beat, beat Forevermore The lights are so bright But they never blind me, me Welcome to New York It’s been waiting for you Welcome to New York Welcome to New York When we first dropped our bags On apartment floors Took our broken hearts Put them in a drawer Everybody here was someone else before And you can want who
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dilemma at my work place. I saw a teacher at my job go into our bosses desk and take money out of the petty cash bag that we have. The teacher went into the office and was going through the desk like they were looking for papers. I saw them unzip the bag and take look through it. When I walked into the office the teacher jumped like she had been shot and told me that she was looking for training material that we had just gone over in our meeting. I never really thought about her taking any money out since
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What I desperately want to know is, is there something better or at least more suited for me in the now nothingness? Is that nothingness going to turn into something magical? I guess what I’m afraid of is if I let go and let it take me, will I hate myself for it? The only way to know is to let go. It’s almost like I’m stuck to everything I have now, but dreaming of what might be waiting for me in the nothingness.
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this shit like it was hard drugs Nikki baby I love you but now I gotta go Cause in the end what happens you already know Probably wonder where I been at I been laying low But in my mind I’m wondering what I’m paying for All these other bitches on my dick but I can’t fuck with that You the only girl I need I gotta have you back Even though you turn my lungs black Tell me where you've been jack Uh, I know this shorty that go by the name Mary I used to fuck here way back when I didn't know a thing
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