Cross the line if your sibling died before you were born or when you were very young, and now you can’t help but think what your life would be like if they were still here.
(Source: crosstheline)
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haha, from a pretty shit mood to instantly being AWESOME!
i made this for annacannabis
happy birthday lovely, i hope you like it hehe ;)
(Source: addicted-to-dopamine)
Ned's Nedliness: Shake it off, we all make mistakes.
Something happened today that I can’t seem to get out of my head. I regularly attend pickup ultimate Frisbee games with some kids from the high school I attended and due to my collegiate experience act as sort of a coach, though unofficially. Today, they had a scrimmage against another high school team from our area. To put it lightly, the other high school got dominated. Anyway, after the official scrimmage was over I went around asking if anyone wanted to stick around to play a little more since I could not play in the official scrimmage. Several people from both teams agreed to play and along we went.
Throughout the game one of the girls from the other high school had been dropping pretty much every pass thrown to her, and was becoming noticeably upset about it. After one drop that was a particularly easy play to make, she looked as if she were on the verge of tears. I calmly approached her and attempted to comfort her by saying something along the lines of, “shake it off, we all make mistakes, and we were all beginners at one point.”
The game progressed and with every new drop she maintained a very distressed state until the game eventually ended. As I was getting in my car, I spotted her waiting on the street corner of the park and asked if she needed a ride home. She responded, “No, I think I’ll be alright.” It didn’t sound too convincing, but in an effort to not be intrusive or creepy, I left her alone. After asking a few others if they needed rides, I got in my car and began to pull away.
As I was turning out of the park, I spotted the girl on the other side of the street. She was sitting in the grass by the curb with her face in her knees crying. Now I don’t think it is reasonable that she was so hard on herself, but maybe she had other problems going on as well, but the point is I didn’t stop. I drove home.
Looking back, I cannot get rid of this image of her simply standing up with her tear strewn face, and stepping into traffic. I’m sure she is currently laying asleep in her bed right now as I write this, but that hardly seems to matter. In my mind she is dead, and I am full of regret. I want to be sitting next to her in that grass on that curb. I don’t know what I would say, but it seems to me if I had just stopped my car, and sat next to her, that would have made all the difference.
To quote Sydney Smith and Oscar Wilde, “Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it’s regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable” for “one’s real life is often the life that one does not lead.” I do not wish for my regret to fade, if only for it to guide my future.
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