I believe there are two kinds of loads we carry: there’s the heaviness of your experiences; how much hurt they weigh, how sore your mussels are as you drag the weight of these stories everyday, how shaken your body is as more weight is being added, and how much you adjust the way you stand and walk to be able to keep going despite the weight and along with it. The sad truth about this weight is that you don’t lose it. You can only learn how to carry it, and at times, you feel overwhelmed and helpless as you try to find a body position that is less exhausting and disabling. Then there’s the heaviness of your heart ; how much emptiness it weighs, how much anguish it carries from one day to the next, how burdened by it you feel, and how far its mussels can stretch without it breaking. This weight, on the other hand, can be lost by exercise. When you practice self-compassion, your heart feels lighter, and you feel lighter. That lightness is what makes your movement as you walk through life so graceful and effortless, that every step you take feels like a relaxed and lively dance.
When I was a kid, my best friend of the time and I used to do "fortune telling" from fireweed leaves. I think she's the one who came up with it. We'd gather a bunch of them, make small tears to them to distinguish them from each other and then bounce them around on my family's trampoline. Where each leaf landed would determine the future. How silly 😂 Those were some good times.
I'm so pissed. We made the announcement at work that the store was closing in an hour, 45 minutes, 30 minutes, 15 minutes, 10 minutes, and 5 minutes. I made the final we're closed everyone to the front at this time message, and checked out what I thought were the last two groups in the store. Someone else came up there 10 minutes after close, took their sweet ass time even getting something on the belt, went through every item trying to decide what to keep, then wanted to me do the whole transaction over to get the voided stuff off the receipt. No! I can explain every void, show you what was voided and why, there is no fucking reason to redo the whole cart. I did not want my manager to approve the abort transaction. Just get what's on there or leave it. If it's not necessary in the next day or whenever you can get back and you're over budget, just take stuff off until you're in budget. And next time, when I say we're closing I mean now, not browse around for another 10 minutes. Next time I do the "we are now closed" announcement, I'm adding "I need everyone to the front of the store at this time, no exceptions". I hate to sound rude, but everyone else got done and out of the store on time. Get to the store earlier or shop online. If you're waiting in line before closing time and the line is just long, fine, I don't mind. For the past two months we've stopped being 24/7, I've never seen anyone so blatantly ignore that we are past closing time. Even people who barely speak English understand when we're closing and they hurry to checkout. I sincerely hope that person doesn't do that again. I'd be fine if I never see them within an hour of closing again.
I left my hometown 5 yeas ago.. in this 5 years i found someone i love most that anything in the world.. i have a good job, good money, i live in a beautiful city but i miss my country so bad.. i dont know what to do.. i have mothing more in my hometown.. im going back there for 2 weeks to see my mother.. and im fucking afrair, but so fucking affaid that im not gonna be able to be happy here again when im come back.. i just wanted to go back “home” and stay there with my man :(.. i dont know.. im also afraid to tell my man those things :/ i dont think he would be happy there.. and i dondt want him to feel bad there how im feel here now.. i want to be we him but im dindt want him to be unhappy in some place that he doesnt like.. i just dont want him to be sad how iam now :/ i live here because i love him.. im fucking afraid.. im just pray now to not to cry the fuck out of my soul in front of my man when i have to come back here and leave my beloved hometown again :(
Hello! Follow up on the I Like This Guy And Sleep At His House Well, slept It was two weeks ago (I got a new job so my time was taken) and well, it went SO well... In some parts Since he lives with some people (one with mental disabilities) the living room sofa couldn't be opened Yes, I slept with the guy Not in "that" way, we slept in his bed but just for sleep I thought at first But since he invited me to a barbecue the day after, I stayed for another night He drank a bit And we talked a lot... And I added some under-information to see if he gets me Apparently he tried it with dudes before! And almost thought he'd ask me, for real! So we went to sleep at around 3AM And... Error #1, in our undies It was 32°C, we were melting bears And so we fall asleep and I wake up at 5AM His arm around my waist, his stomach pressing on my back I gently brushed him off and told him the morning after He was adorable, he was shaking and worried something happened But it all turned out okay in the end! He cooked us breakfast and he dropped me at my dad's For real... He's THE perfect boy... Next week I work only 2 days I really wanna ask him if I can drop for one night Maybe his room has a spot still~
Came in my little nieces food and drinks for about a week and recorded her eating it all. I asked how was it and she said it was good so I put everything she ate and drank I could get in the dirtiest places on my body and watch her smile while eating it all.
Every week, My husband makes me submit to a long session where he puts ice cubes and frozen ice paks all over my body. It started really slowly. He told me he wanted to do a little ice play, but it quickly escalated. We tried it as part of foreplay before sex, but ice cubes, or a splash of ice water doesn't really help get me in the mood. So now, because he's really into it, once a week we do it as it's own thing. On Thursdays I come home knowing that when he gets home, I'll have to strip and endure all the ice he wants to use on me. Usually what will happen is, he'll fill up the big bowl with ice, the one normally used for popcorn. Then he'll get the ice paks out of the freezer. I'll undress and get into starting position, sitting on a folding chair arms behind my head pushing my breasts out. He starts with an ice pak on each breast for about a minute. If I make a sound he switches to the other (warmer) breast and time starts over. When I've made it through, Then I have to dunk my breasts in the big bowl. He holds me down for as long as he feels like it should be. Sometimes he makes me count or sing an entire song before he let's me up. After that, he dries me, and warms me back up with his hands...only to put both ice paks back on my breasts again, sometimes it's another minute sometimes its 5. If he feels I've resisted in any way up to this point I have to dunk my breasts again for longer. After that I have to choose if I want my ass hot or cold... If I choose hot, he puts ice cubes in my mouth and spanks me until they've melted enough to ask him to stop, If I choose cold, he puts ice cubes up my ass. He has put ice in my vagina, but usually he'll just hold a big ice pack between my legs. Throughout the whole process I have to say "yes sir, no sir, thank you sir, I'm sorry sir," etc to every order and command. If I forget even one time, there's a last step. He'll tell me I have a filthy disobedient mouth that needs to be dealt with. My choice here is to either embrace my filthy mouth, or ask him to clean it for me. If I say clean it... He washes my mouth out with soap. If I say I like it filthy, he makes me lick dirty surfaces like the bottom of his feet or the floor of our bathroom or put something rank in my mouth like his dirty socks. I usually choose filthy, the soap is really bad he uses liquid soap. He squeezes the bottle in my mouth and makes swish it like mouthwash. Then gets my toothbrush and brushes me. Usually after this we have really amazing sex. I know it sounds like he's taking advantage of me put I love him and this makes him feel good, and making sure his every need is met makes me feel good.
I have a huge crush but I can't act on it; I'm not ready for a relationship because I have low self-worth and trust issues. This sucks! Why do I yearn for him so much? Why can't I switch off romantic feelings until I'm ready?
I think I actually had a real heart attack. I'm only 19, its scaring the shit out of me. I should be going to the doctor's but I hate doctor's, so I'm probably going to try and put getting checked out until a while. Partially because I'm scared, also because I think this is the start of my death. I was told by a "Fortune Teller" that I will only live to be 27, she told me this when I was about 10 or 11 yrs old, ever since then my body has slowing been getting worse.
i just confess the real thing that I've hidding, yea u know, girls.. complicated.. mysterious .. and u know what his reaction? he just bluetick me! urghhh! please, I wanna positive thinking about him...