VIA Tastefully Offensive
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
What Counts
It isn't the money you're making,
it isn't the clothes you wear,
And it isn't the skill of your good right hand which makes folks really care.
It's the smile on your face and
the light of your eye and the burdens that you bear.
Most any old man can tell you, most any old man at all,
Who has lived through all sorts of weather, winter and summer and fall,
That riches and fame are shadows that dance on the garden wall.
It's how do you live and neighbor, how do you work and play,
It's how do you say "good morning" to the people along the way,
And it's how do you face your troubles whenever your skies are gray.
It's you, from the dawn to nighttime; you when the day is fair,
You when the storm is raging - how do you face despair?
It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.
You to the end of the journey,
kindly and brave and true,
The best and the worst of you gleaming in all that you say and do,
And the ting that counts isn't money,
or glory, or power, but YOU!
By Edgar A. Guest
it isn't the clothes you wear,
And it isn't the skill of your good right hand which makes folks really care.
It's the smile on your face and
the light of your eye and the burdens that you bear.
Most any old man can tell you, most any old man at all,
Who has lived through all sorts of weather, winter and summer and fall,
That riches and fame are shadows that dance on the garden wall.
It's how do you live and neighbor, how do you work and play,
It's how do you say "good morning" to the people along the way,
And it's how do you face your troubles whenever your skies are gray.
It's you, from the dawn to nighttime; you when the day is fair,
You when the storm is raging - how do you face despair?
It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.
You to the end of the journey,
kindly and brave and true,
The best and the worst of you gleaming in all that you say and do,
And the ting that counts isn't money,
or glory, or power, but YOU!
By Edgar A. Guest
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
I am Fucking Awesome
"I am not here to comfort you, or to help you cry. I am not here to listen to your story and say, there there, everything will be ok. So stop your fucking crying.
You want to know why I don’t care about your sadness? Because you shouldn’t be sad. And I know, I know. This is serious shit, and it’s important, and you don’t know what you are going to do now. But at the end of the day, it is the same shit that all of us go through.
For the past month I have been down and out. Over some broad that knows I love her, but doesn’t love me. She thinks of my love only as being awkward. And she still wants to me to be her best friend. On top of that, I am a failure in pretty much everything I do, and I have yet to do anything my parents can be proud of. But you know what?
I am fucking awesome.
Now, I will admit that I haven’t held a dying man in my arms, or any serious fucking shit, but its all the same. People go through shit every day of their lives, and that is what life is. So grab a beer, pop a top, and toast that you are still alive. Give a toast to those who aren’t. Those that died so you could be free. Gave their lives so you can hate yours.
You are fucking awesome. But, you don’t want to admit it. You go through shit day in and day out, and you live. You, are alive. This world cannot beat you. It cannot destroy you. There is no shame in defeat as long as the spirit is not conquered. So don’t fucking give up. You are a good, decent person, who is in hard times. You deserve somebody. You deserve a hug. You deserve a kiss at night. You deserve a friend. Don’t you ever fucking think differently.
You
Are
Awesome
Start Fucking Acting Like It."
Via A Push of Stumpleupon
You want to know why I don’t care about your sadness? Because you shouldn’t be sad. And I know, I know. This is serious shit, and it’s important, and you don’t know what you are going to do now. But at the end of the day, it is the same shit that all of us go through.
For the past month I have been down and out. Over some broad that knows I love her, but doesn’t love me. She thinks of my love only as being awkward. And she still wants to me to be her best friend. On top of that, I am a failure in pretty much everything I do, and I have yet to do anything my parents can be proud of. But you know what?
I am fucking awesome.
Now, I will admit that I haven’t held a dying man in my arms, or any serious fucking shit, but its all the same. People go through shit every day of their lives, and that is what life is. So grab a beer, pop a top, and toast that you are still alive. Give a toast to those who aren’t. Those that died so you could be free. Gave their lives so you can hate yours.
You are fucking awesome. But, you don’t want to admit it. You go through shit day in and day out, and you live. You, are alive. This world cannot beat you. It cannot destroy you. There is no shame in defeat as long as the spirit is not conquered. So don’t fucking give up. You are a good, decent person, who is in hard times. You deserve somebody. You deserve a hug. You deserve a kiss at night. You deserve a friend. Don’t you ever fucking think differently.
You
Are
Awesome
Start Fucking Acting Like It."
Via A Push of Stumpleupon
Monday, September 20, 2010
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