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“ in the morning i’ll be ten feet tall solid gold
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in the morning
i’ll be ten feet tallsolid gold
not sorry for anything
— Nicola Maye Goldberg
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posted January 30, 2017 at 2:39pm UTC tagged with shameless, selfconfidence, inspirational, quote
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- Format by destabilise. I can't stand moral absolutism. You know, there's always that guy who wants to point out that Martin Luther King cheated on his wife– as if he obviously couldn't have been a great person if he did something like that. Or someone will bring out an inspirational quote, and get you to agree, and then inform you that H.itler said it. As if a good thought couldn't come from H.itler. Moral absolutism keeps us from learning from the past. It's easy to say: ‘H.itler was a demon. N.azis were all bad seeds.’ That's simple. It's much harder to say: ‘Is that humanity? Is that me?’ — Humans of New York
- The odds are high that the best of me has already been ripped away and that if I don’t keep hold of myself I will lose what’s left.
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- If you could see me now chapter 7 I overheard the reason why Eoin was angry while looking for my gloves in my car the next day. Eoin and Joseph were walking from the back door to where I was. "Conor can be such an as..ole sometimes," Eoin said. "Does he even like Jodie?" Joseph asked. "He said he does, but then I asked about Scarlet and he said he didn't know what to think," Eoin said. I could almost picture him rolling his eyes. "He might just be doing it to annoy you," Joseph pointed out. "Joe, he's not like that," Eoin said, not sounding so sure himself. I climbed silently out of my car and stood still behind it, barely breathing. I had to listen to this. "Why else would he do it? He has Scarlet," Joe said. "I don't know. Maybe. But he's still my brother. I didn't think he would do that. He knows I like Jodie." I had to refrain from gasping. The came around the corner then, and spotted me. "Sh..t," Eoin muttered. "H-hi, er, I-I was just going now," I stammered, blushing. "What are you doing?" Joe asked, raising his eyebrows. "Oh, nothing. I, er, dropped my keys. Yeah, they went under the car. I-I was just getting them," I said quickly. "Jodie, they're in your hand." Joe spoke to me as if I were mentally disabled. "Yeah, because I picked them up you idiot," I snapped. "Sure you did." I glared at him. "Did you hear what we were talking about?" Eoin asked quickly. "Nope," I lied. "Just got here." "Oh, right," Eoin sounded relieved. "Do you know where Conor is?" I asked. "He's not here," Joe said. "Went out with a...friend of his, Scarlet." I felt a lump in my throat. "Okay," I croaked. "I should go." "What's the hurry? Do your parents want you to help with the Christmas decorations?" Eoin asked. "We can help too if you'd like. We've never met your parents." Another lump in my throat. "I just have to go." They didn't say anything else, and I just drove off. I had to pull over when I could barely see through the tears. Why was I crying? Over Conor! I hated him! It was just a stupid kiss. But it wasn't just a stupid kiss. It was something I had only experienced once before. With Evan. When we first kissed. More tears. I eventually calmed down and continued my drive home. When I got to town, where I lived, I saw a little cafe that I went to with Marci once. Marci. How long had it been? I used to call her my best friend. It had been almost a year. How had I thought everything was falling into place? I shouldn't have said that. I wasn't lucky enough for a break in life. I went home and sat down, realizing how lonely I was. I really had nothing. My house was empty basically, and nobody even cared enough to ask if I was okay! My old phone that looked like it was about twenty years old vibrated. Can we talk? I think we should be just friends. Hear me out, I have a lot to say:)x - Conor I made a promise to myself then. If Conor didn't care about me - he clearly cared more about Scarlet, whoever she was - then I shouldn't care about him either. He wouldn't see me cry, or think I was upset by anything he said to me. I would continue working with him, and I would be friendly and pleasant. And I would not kill myself because of him. Author's Note: I love how I lost nearly half of my readers in three chapters </3 Did you all get sick and die? Feedback? Follow for a follow. Thanks! ~Mary :)
- If you could see me now chapter 9 The look on Conor's face was priceless. "What time is she coming over at?" he asked, his eyes wide. I looked up at the clock. "I don't know. Ten more minutes?" "Oh," was all he could manage. "Anyway, Eoin, what were you saying?" I asked, smiling at him. He smiled back, pleased to be centre of attention again, and continued on with his story. Conor sat quietly, staring down at his food. "If Scarlet's coming then maybe we should wait until she gets here before we eat," Hazel said. She was so kind, always thinking of other people, while I was here tormenting and lying to her son. Scarlet hadn't called. I had invited her around. She was reluctant to come, and when I asked why, she said Conor wanted to talk to her and it didn't sound good. I told her that was nonsense, and when she said she thought she liked someone else, I told her that I had liked him but he had never liked me, and as soon as I found out he had a girlfriend I told him I was sorry. "When did you find out that?" she had asked. "The second day I worked here," I lied. I convinced her that all he wanted to talk about was how he was sorry if there was any confusion. She had agreed to come. We did wait. Scarlet arrived exactly ten minutes later. Hazel greeted her at the door, took her coat and hung it up, and then told her to sit down next to Conor. She smiled nervously at him and then at me. "Oh, you must be Jodie," she said, frowning slightly. Scarlet was even prettier than I had imagined. She had wavy red hair and golden eyes. She was tall and pale, and had the kind of figure that all the other girls envied. Her smile was beautiful, and I honestly couldn't find fault with the girl. I bet she's nice too, I thought bitterly. I was right though. "Yeah, that's me." Conor was looking at me with a pained expression on his face. Clearly, I hadn't reacted the way he had hoped for. Scarlet stretched her hand across the table for me to shake. I glanced at Conor, who was smiling crookedly at me. I shook her hand. Scarlet and I talked and talked while eating our lunch. She was too nice, really. I wasn't sure if she actually liked me or if she just liked everyone or if she hated me and was good at hiding it. She seemed to think I was hilarious though, so I was sure she liked me - as impossible as it is for people to like me. "Scarlet," Conor interrupted me mid-sentence. "I need to talk to you. Alone." He glared at me as he stood up, and I stared back with a blank expression. I turned back to Eoin then. "So, what kind of music do you like?" Eoin was too nice also. I had been ignoring him since Scarlet arrived, but he still spoke to me when I needed him. He was so adorable. I'd keep him all to myself if he wasn't too good for me. And if I could get my mind off Evan. Since the whole thing with Conor, my mind had kept drifting back to Evan every chance it got. Scarlet and Conor left the room, Conor slamming the door with a loud bang. After Eoin had explained - in great detail - all of his favourite bands and singers, he asked me a question I hadn't been prepared to answer. "Who was your first boyfriend?" I hesitated. "My first proper boyfriend was Evan, I guess." "When did you meet him?" "When I was fifteen," I answered, trying not to remember. "When did you break up?" "We didn't," I mumbled. "I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend," he said in confusion. "I really don't want to talk about it," I told him, smiling slightly. Conor and Scarlet came back in then. "Just tell me why," Scarlet begged. "You want to know why?" he snapped, pointing at me. "She's the reason!" "What did I do?" I asked calmly. "Yeah, I'm confused," Scarlet said. "Jodie said that when you told her you had a girlfriend and weren't interested that she backed off." "I never told her that!" Conor shouted, throwing his hands up. "She's messing with my head. Look, Scarlet, I do like you, but I need time to think. I'm confused." "Oh, you think I'm just going to wait around incase you like me more than her? Well, if you figure it out, don't even bother coming to tell me!" she said, turning on her heels and walking out the door. Conor looked back at me. "Should have kept her," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Because you ain't getting me." Author's Note: Jodie's such a b..tch. Feedback? Follow for a follow. Thanks! ~Mary :)