some do’s and don’ts: http://www2.webster.edu/~corbetre/vienna/do.html
One word. Hair. WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH JANG HYUK’s BOWL CUT. I can’t watch this. I can’t even watch this for the cute scenes. His hair is just hideous. Oh, my eyes….my poor eyes.
you all deserve someone who isn’t embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, whether they’re good or bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you all the time and i really hope all of you find that one day because you all deserved to be loved
Sometimes you have to break up with your old heart
in order to find one that beats more clearly, more rapid staccato than sluggish tempo.
The woman my mother was just after I’d been born had hair
that changed colors with each arriving season, and was beautiful during every one.
Today, my body goes through the seasons exactly like she did,
with new tattoos mapping themselves out across my sternum and solar plexus
in such a way that my skin forgets it’s a straitjacket
and begins to think it’s a collection of well-traveled continents.
The first man I slept with asked me why I never looked like the same person twice,
and I replied that I learned from the very best.
My heart never beats in precisely the same rhythm
just as what I once considered to be words
I now consider wounds.
And the woman my mother once was is no longer the woman she still is,
just as the first man I slept with is no longer the first man I loved.
In the beginning there were periods of time in which
I would play hide and seek with myself, secretly hoping to find some version of me
that was stable enough to stick around for a while without evolving.
But after a while I realized I run with the sun and love with the moon,
that everything I’ve been through only kaleidoscopes me into a better person
no matter what pieces I’ve had to let go to hold on to something else.
We all break up with pain in one way or another,
whether or not it calls us back.
It’s weird being an adult and knowing I should have full control over my own body and what goes in it, yet still being utterly aware I am tied by my circumstances and other people’s views of what is “right.”
This is so accurate. At school, we literally have children who will watch our facial expressions to see if them falling is as bad as they think it might be.
CORRECT CHILD INJURY PROCEDURE:
- do not react. at the most, maybe wince and go “ooooh”
- go over to the child to assess panic level and severity of injury
- if they’re like, dying, remain calm, but they’re probably not.
- look them in the eye and ask, “you okay?” they will nod. possibly all teary-eyed. then ask, “are we gonna need to cut it off?”
- the child is thrown off. if they giggle, you’re in the money. if they do not, put a bandaid on and do some sympathetic patting. they are probably a little teary. let the sad little bug sit out for a minute. they will quickly get bored.
- works every time
petition to make young adult authors stop writing about girls whose lives change when they meet a boy
When she saw him time slowed to a stop. He was so perfect and she knew her life would never be the same because she had finally found him. The one. The first boy she would ever kill.
every single person who says that jin woo and sooyoung belong together that she should be with him because he needs somebody