abreakfromcrazy
abreakfromcrazy:

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick,it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh,even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close…not even a little bit… not even at all.

abreakfromcrazy:

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close…

not even a little bit…

not even at all.

goodideaexchange

goodideaexchange:

Having spent nearly a decade of my career raising funds for young cancer patients, some who passed away from the disease, I can admit there’s a phrase about cancer I can’t stand to hear:

“The patient fought a brave battle, but lost the battle with cancer.”

No, no, NO! A thousand times NO!

Always be thankful for the beautiful life we have