- Accept Your Status. Admit that you feel like you might be missing the next awesome thing.
- Realize You’re Looking at the Greatest Hits. Everyone else only shares his or her biggest hits as well. It’s also good to remember that it’s extremely easy to manipulate “reality.”
- Disconnect. Turn off notifications for your social apps. If there is a person in particular who sets your FOMO on fire, don’t be afraid to unfollow that person to save your sanity.
- Live in the Present. Make a list of all the things you wish you had time for: learning a new language, finally reading the book club selection, volunteering.
So get out there and start living your life, and while you’re at it, practice some JOMO.
Robert A.M. Stern Is Still Dreaming of a Fresh New York
The sharp-tongued architect and professor built Manhattan’s most luxurious towers, but his new book shuttles from Billionaires’ Row to the Bronx.
https://t.co/n9GA9efYABNobody knows the pain
you feel...
Nobody knows the way
it hurts...
It leaves no scar
they can see...
Nobody knows how much
you wish it away...
And nobody know how
it just grows and grows...
And nobody knows what it is
that you know...
Cause nobody knows the pain
Inside.
blue seclusion
illuminating the midnight forest
every breath sending a cloud of cold crystals
it is all the best
looking at the cold blue moon
wondering.....
Will I die soon?
Is this the last thing of beauty I see?
And something tells me no
To keep living my life
Because....
There is another full moon
Around the corner
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Its not really a poem...but a issue i wanted to write and talk about so...ya'll let me know what you think. Grammer and other spellings might be a little off....
Imagine if you can, yourself sitting there waiting in a foster home waiting for someone to adopt you… You’ve hoped and dreamed of getting out of that place all your life. The one chance you get, he or she turns out to be homosexual, and so your dreams are shattered of having the life you’ve always wanted.
Who says that homosexuals can’t raise children to be the best they can be. Most people have the same in the home, specially in the State of Texas, in that I mean, there is either a father raising their kid(s) by himself, and a mother raising her kid(s) by herself. Many studies have proven that,studies done do to demonstrate that children raised in a homosexual home are no more likely to be homosexual than a child raised in a heterosexual home. “ –by Andy
A child turning homosexual has no barring on if their parent is or is not in the same sex process/relationship, it has to do with the emotional development of each child, in and outside of the home. Comments from kids, who are bisexual, lesbians, and gay all said the same thing “It had nothing to do with my parents, matter fact they are straight, and would probably flip if they knew I was a “homosexual” a friend of mines told me about her conditions of being adopted, and how her mother turned out to be a bisexual. "My mom's my best friend, and her girlfriend and I go shopping as if she’s my age....its so much fun to hang around them. I get the knowledge of being around homosexuals, besides how they act in a group of straight friends, and around people who are gay and lesbians, and even bi.” Many people don’t find a problem with it. Rosie O’Donnell has children who are adopted but it was before she announced herself as being a Lesbian, and once she did she had many problems with try to adopt more children after that. She has the capital and the will and the determination to raise such amount of children, why keep a child away from her? The better off the parent and his or her personality the parent(s)/guardian(s) has of getting that child. Trying to stop one person while granting the right to another person is unfair and unconstitutional. Each person has the right to, Life Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness, and if that means adopting a child then so be it, whether or not they be homosexual, or heterosexual. They still have the right to have a child. You wouldn’t say this person holds these amendments, while these few or so hold these. Its immoral, and again unconstitutional
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https://uploads6.wikiart.org/images/alfred-sisley/loing-dam-at-saint-mammes-1885.jpgBack in 1728, Caleb Phillips advertised his teachings on a new shorthand method in the Boston Gazette. The lessons would be delivered by mail every week.
In the 1840s, Sir Isaac Pitman also offered shorthand by mail. However, his students would send him a postcard with their efforts, and he would correct and send it back to them. Thus, the Phonographic Correspondence Society was born to formalise the courses. In turn, it led to colleges, and by 1873, the first correspondence school was opened.
i dont know anymore
wasn't this suppose to be home?
parents and their kids have issues
from yelling to hitting to leaving to drugs
well thats my life
always yelling, being hit, always leaving, on drugs to much
its not going to change
my life isn't worth much anymore
it never was actually...
i told my dad he's a fucking prick
his reaction...
he threw a glass ashtray at me
thats ok though;
being on all sorts of pills
no pain what so ever
my dad will get it back
all the stuff he's put me through
his time will come
i will not say though
it will just happen
for now
im packing up
and going home once again
but it wont change much
just wont have to put up with dad
everything else will be the same
So many choices, don't know where to go
North; South; East; West, being pulled in all directions
Work or study can not decide
love and hate, to live or die
cross or stay, come or go
confusing the paths , but down which road?
Left or right, up and down
sing a song or smile or frown
speak of feelings, keep them inside
embrace death or coward and hide
show my face or wear the mask
eat the food or the trash
so many choices without a clue
of the decisions I'm to do.
stay with you, come or go
wait beside, behind or below
questions problems which to solve
the fun, cruel, maybe non at all
so many choices, going insane
or already was, ahh! the pain
so many choices, what to do
i do not know, I HAVE NOT A CLUE!!!!!!
Helen Gallagher, Winner of Two Tonys and Three Emmys, Dies at 98
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https://t.co/LeTeDR2MJNHow Food and Life Intersected in Daniel Spoerri's Art | Artnet News
The acclaimed Swiss visual artist and writer Daniel Spoerri died on November 6 at the age of 94.
https://t.co/FvEqnpyxYiYou can’t predict what people will want to read. So don't worry about pleasing others.
Don’t try to visualize your audience; every reader is a different person. Don’t try to guess what sort of thing editors want to publish or what you think the country is in a mood to read. Editors and readers don’t know what they want to read until they read it. Besides, they’re always looking for something new.
Were you thinking of me today
Am i ever what your thinking to say
Do you ever wonder about where i go
Ever wish you were there with me though?
I wonder where you are right now
Am i all alone somehow
No trust in myself
Not looking for help
Just wondering about all the things that were said
Did you mean what you said in my bed
Sorry for putting you there
All i wanted to do was care
Now you are lost and ive gone missing
Was it in my mind you and i were kissing
What have i done did i do it again
Did i fuck it all up to lose another friend
Now can i stop trying
Cause in this house im dying
They give me shit day in day out
All they ever fucking do is shout
Im trying to forgive myself for what ive done
These bruises and cuts have just begun
They settled me down pressed the pain within
Pressed in so deep it broke through the skin
Oh how it burns blood mixed with tears
Of all the pain i held through the years
Im cold weak and lonely
Im not waiting for you to start actin phony
Here we go i take my last breath
Wonder what theyll say now that i left...