Fml Quotes

If I'm not thinking about one shit storm, I have to think about another.

I wondered what the FML post would look like. "Today, when my father tried to shoot me, I found out he was an assassin monger who's been keeping my mom locked away in a secret facility for freaky killers. FML." Seriously. F.M.L.

She had been bored all afternoon by Percy Gryce... but she could not ignore him on the morrow, she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptibilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life.

People aren't meant to be perfect. We're all imperfect people looking for perfect moments to share with other imperfect people.

If there’s even a slight chance at getting something that will make you happy, risk it. Life’s too short and happiness is too rare.

in order to truly get in touch with your feelings, you have to be willing to authentically meet yourself where you are. It is only then you give yourself the permission and the opportunity to deal with and understand the feelings you’re experiencing.

It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life and in change there is power.

Os obstáculos são inevitáveis, mas o caminho somos nós que fazemos.

If there’s even a slight chance at getting something that will make you happy, risk it. Life’s too short and happiness is too rare.” - A.R. Lucas.

Don’t be afraid to meet yourself where you are, even if that is a dark place at the moment.

Today, a really hot guy walked into my office. Wanting to impress him, I picked up the phone and pretended to be making a huge business deal, talking loudly about big sums of money. I put the phone down and smiled seductively at him. He said, ‘Hi! I’m here to connect your phone lines.’ FML

Ultimately, if all of my actions were making me think and feel and grow and begin to heal, who the fuck am I to judge that? You all will do that enough for me.

I could feel my ass growing in my mini dress,

Who the fuck is worrying about me?

A day without pleasure is a day lost.

It seems so simple doesn’t it? I kept saying “I don’t know how to love myself,” when all I had to do was give the things that I love to myself. The more you give your soul the things that make you happy, the better you will feel, and without even realizing it, you are loving yourself.

The driver, whose name was Chase, pulled up in a silver Honda. He was cute, with a gap in his front two teeth—maybe age twenty-six at most. He looked like he was trying to grow a mustache, and his brown hair was past his ears under a baseball cap that read FML. He babbled that he was an actor, or was trying to become one. His favorite philosophy about acting was Uta Hagen’s, something about being a student of humanity. Well, for a student of humanity he was shitty at reading people. In my head I just kept saying, Shut up, shut up! I wanted to say, Don’t you know I am dying? But even in my dying I couldn’t be mean to him for fear that he would think I was a bitch. Why did I even care what he thought? Was my death unimportant? How could I prioritize the feelings of this vacant, mustached kid over my own—me, who was probably dying? I repeated, “That’s nice” and “Oh, interesting,” and lay down in the backseat. I didn’t announce that I would be laying down, I just did it. He wasn’t paying any attention to what I was doing, instead going on about an upcoming audition for a prescription allergy medication where he would play the son-in-law of a woman with adult allergies. He said he had mixed feelings about it, because he didn’t want to limit his range to pharmaceuticals. The part he really wanted was an audition for Samsung next week. He was trying out to play the phone. “It’s not easy to make it in this town. I’m going up against two hundred other potential phones, at least,” he said, looking in the mirror at the traffic behind him. I noticed he had green eyes. He really was cute. I waited for him to comment on me lying supine in his backseat, but he didn’t ask if I was okay. I suppose this was normal behavior in California. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. I wasn’t dead. I was breathing in the back of this cute idiot’s car. When we pulled up at Annika’s house, he stopped and said, “Okay, we’re here. Wish me luck at Samsung!” I opened my eyes and squinted at him. I wanted to tell him that I hoped he never got a part.

FML,” I muttered against the cool granite.

man meets woman, man and woman fall madly in love, man convinces woman to go on a romantic trip together, then man bails forty-eight hours before the trip.

Maybe it’s time the world starts teaching our youth that the only thing that truly matters is self-love and personal happiness—because that is when you’re able to attract everything you want in life. Because in the end, you have to be enough.

love may break your heart—do it anyway.

We all have a "Life Résumé" and regret should not be part of it. Those embarrassing FML moments are all considered experience.

FML.

FML. (Yes, I know what it means.)

Strapping, blue-eyed brothers, harvesting corn in 2012! No incessant Instagramming, no real-time Twitter updates: Jacob’s got the reins, FML.

FML. Fuck my life.

WTF?” Annie asks. She sometimes speaks in Text, a habit I just can’t get behind. In my head, I respond in kind: OMG FML TTYL.

But that’s the brilliance of a sociopath—they can always make you forget they’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

The sex hadn’t brought closure. The long confusing conversations hadn’t brought closure. The not showing up, the not being treated the way I deserved—and most of all, the disrespect—that…was the fucking closure.

Unless the world freezes over in a second ice age. And in that case, there will at least be snowflakes, until the bitter end." Gus touched the side of my face. "I don't need snowflakes." He kissed me. "As long as there's January.

When I got back to my room, the people upstairs were having sex again. Rhythmic thumping against the wall. I hated it, but then I felt bad, because maybe it was two people in love. In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laughter, shoes lined up together by the door. Eyes across a dance floor. I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found that nothing was there. A mirage.

I’ve realized that in order to truly get in touch with your feelings, you have to be willing to authentically meet yourself where you are. It is only then you give yourself the permission and the opportunity to deal with and understand the feelings you’re experiencing.

People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want.

Thousands of dollars in wasted team hours and daily #FML moments are hinging on a $500 decision or fifteen-minute action.

convenir /kɔ̃vniʀ/ I. vtr 1. (concéder) to admit (que "that") • convenez que c'est faux | you must admit (that) it's wrong • ~ avoir fait | to admit having done 2. (s'entendre) to agree (que "that") • nous sommes convenus or avons convenu que | we have ou are agreed that II. vtr ind (plaire à) to suit [personne, goût]; (être approprié à) to be suitable for [circonstance, activité]; to suit, to be suitable for [personne]; (ne pas gêner) [rendez-vous, horaire] to be convenient for [personne]; [aliment, climat] to agree with, to suit [personne] • ce poste m'aurait convenu | that job would have suited me • si cela vous convient | if it suits you • la date ne me convient pas | that date isn't convenient for me (plus catégorique) that date is no good for me • c'est tout à fait ce qui me convient | it's exactly what I need • de la taille/couleur qui convient | of a suitable size/colour GB • de la façon qui convient | in the appropriate manner • l'expression/le geste qui convient | the appropriate expression/gesture • l'homme/le mot qui convient | the right man/word III. vtr ind 1. (reconnaître) • ~ de | to admit, to acknowledge [faute, erreur]; to acknowledge [qualité] • il convient d'avoir été injuste | he admits ou acknowledges (that) he has been unfair • j'en conviens | I accept that 2. (s'accorder sur) • ~ de | [personnes] to agree on [date, prix] • ~ de faire | to agree to do IV. vpr (être assorti) [personnes] to be well suited ou matched V. v impers 1. (il est sage, correct, nécessaire) • il convient de faire | one should do ou ought to do • il convient que vous fassiez | you should do, you ought to do • dire ce qu'il aurait convenu de taire | to say what should have been left unsaid • il aurait convenu de noter | it should have been noted 2. (il est entendu) • (fml) il a été/est convenu que | it has been/is agreed that • il était convenu depuis longtemps que | it had long been agreed that • il est convenu ce qui suit | it has been agreed as follows • ce qu'il est convenu d'appeler le réalisme | what is commonly called realism • comme convenu | as agreed

(Just because it was your “story” doesn’t mean it has to define you.)

It was then, at the ripe age of six, I developed the belief I would carry throughout my life—when I love someone, they die.

You are so strong. You need to do what is best for you now.

Fear has two meanings. Forget Everything And Run or Face Everything And Rise.

You need to do what is best for you. If that is something you want and need, you need to say that and put it out there. Then at least you’ve done all you can do and it’s out of your hands.

Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain…To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices—today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity, but embrace it.

You deserve to be treated so much better than that.

years go by? You can’t just get all that time back you know.

Today, I was babysitting a seven-year-old girl and we were eating chocolate-covered nuts. She kept on chewing the nuts, and wondered aloud where the chocolate was. I told her that to taste the chocolate, you had to suck on the treats. The first thing she told her parents when they got home was: ‘I learned how to suck nuts!’ FML

Today, I woke up at my grandparents’ house. Still half asleep, I went to brush my teeth. Mid-brush, my mouth started going numb. I inspected the toothpaste. It was my grandpa’s anti-itch anal cream. FML

Today, my professor, who was born without arms, asked somebody, ‘Need a hand?’ There are over 300 students in that class and I was the only one laughing. FML

Today, in class, I asked my teacher for a ‘rubber’. I didn’t realize that, in America, ‘rubber’ doesn’t mean ‘eraser’ – it means ‘condom’. FML

Today, I was at church and saw a blind teenager who obviously felt lost. Feeling like I should help, I went over and asked if he needed anything. He said, ‘I can’t find my carer.’ I asked, ‘What does she look like?’ FML

Today, my mum decided to introduce me to her new boyfriend. I know him. I’ve slept with him. FML

FML" which stands for Forge mod launcher.