Rad Love Quotes

Love is mysterious and rad, like Steve Perry from Journey

Secure attachment has been linked to a child's ability to successfully recover and prove resilient in the presence of a traumatic event.

Balance. It’s like a unicorn; we’ve heard about it, everyone talks about it and makes airbrushed T-shirts celebrating it, it seems super rad, but we haven’t actually seen one. I’m beginning to

Ja Mandeviljens QUANTUM SATIS står bogført som din Rigdoms Rad Men Prest, din CONTO CARITATIS er Bogens hvide Jomfrublad.

Balance. It’s like a unicorn; we’ve heard about it, everyone talks about it and makes airbrushed T-shirts celebrating it, it seems super rad, but we haven’t actually seen one. I’m beginning to think it isn’t a thing.

With each day, each hour and every moment of life, no matter how small, I realize that I have found a way of bringing me straight to the one person that I would give everything for… to you. I am living in a dream, in a dream I don’t want to awake from.

Patrick West.” Nick spoke so quietly the words were hardly more than a soft exhalation. “Student. Swimmer. Fan of lurid supernatural romances, €linore, and BadMadRad. Casual gamer. Admirer of Jaguar, fictional warrior princesses, and soprano witch queens. Lover of historical buildings. Idealist who wants to build cities where people can live well. Owner of strong opinions he never hesitates to defend, no matter how obviously wrong. Quick to laugh. Spontaneous and unselfconscious, except when he thinks too much, or tries too hard. Talks too much, with hardly any filter between the brain and the mouth. Adaptable. Outgoing. Unreserved. Loud. Talented. Whole-hearted. Foolhardy. Stronger than he thinks. Wiser than he seems.

This is not the sound of a new man Or a crispy realization It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away Your love will be Safe with me förlåt goodreads, vet att detta är en hemsida om författare och deras böcker, och låtskrivare klassas inte som författare på det sättet. MEN hade man funnit texter från några av Bon ivers låtar mellan ett par sidor i en bok hade man nog kunnat tro att det var poesi, och justin vernon var en poet. hoppas därför att det inte är olagligt att jag delar en rad från en sång, den har hjälpt mig så himla mycket.

When you win the child wins, when you lose you both lose.

The child will not learn to trust someone weaker than himself or herself. If they can control and manipulate the adult, they are stronger. The adult MUST be strong enough to be in charge in a loving way for the child to learn to trust and bond.

Surround yourself with people who love you for you. This gives you freedom to be your true self.

Every girl needs to make an entrance. It’s part of her signature. My hot pink high heels hit the sidewalk and I straightened. My blue jean skirt was brand new and had a bunch of totally rad colorful ruffles on it. My neon green top was spandex and fit like a glove.

I wake up in Satan’s butthole. Everything is white—white walls, white beds, white light. Or Narnia. It could be Narnia. Did I die and go to Narnia? Because that would be rad.

After we left the cafè, Rad and I drove aimlessly for hours, lost in conversation. By then, it had stopped raining, and the night air was warm and still. We had no idea where we were.None of the street names were familiar, but we didn't care, it felt almost dreamlike, as though we had slipped into a new reality.

I am not vindictive. If anything I output causes alarm, it’s purely accidental. I hold firmly to my principles, no matter how upset I am. Words can’t fully express my state. A small, low effort thing was all I needed to stem the tide of this nightmare. It's been years since I've been able to enjoy a book—it hurts my head. My mind resists it. I can’t read or look at a screen without these symptoms kicking in. My entire body feels bruised, hurting everywhere to the touch. Walking is painful. I have to force myself to move. My legs are stiff and achy, despite how often I walk. I walk for miles on the trails, but no matter how much physical activity I do, it never gets better. My body shakes like a leaf all the time, in bed too. People love making fun of that. I often feel like vomitting, especially when doing anything physically or mentally demanding. Sometimes, I have these strange episodes where I struggle to breathe, feeling so weak like I’m about to pass out. Every day, I feel like I’m on the verge of dying. So yeah, I’m not well. I just wanted you to know my upset state. It’s hard to believe in anything good after everything. I did my best to make you aware. That’s all I could do. Hard to fault the drowning one for screaming, but I could have been more tactful about it. I don't blame you for everything. You weren't fully aware or fully capable, and anxiety tends to screw things. Actually, I’m quite laid back, which should be known, not said. If you want to see me bitch and whine, just have me write it down! Oh wait… And that's the only version you know-that's not rad.

Občutek sramu črpa svojo moč iz neizrekljivosti. Zato ima rad perfekcioniste, saj tako lahko ostane neizražen. … Ravno tako, kotnje bila izpostavljenost svetlobi smrtonosna za gremline, tudi ebsede in zgodbe osvetlijo ta občutek ter ga izničijo.

Think better thoughts. Become a better person.

Just like your parents influenced your defaults when you were growing up, you set your kids’ defaults during the time you live with them and when you make decisions for your family. And just like your parents’ defaults may not have been the optimal match for you, your children’s settings will likely need to be different than yours. Be sensitive to your kids’ unique personalities. Let them learn to explore without your protection, without your resources, without your solutions. This is the paradox of parent-child love: sometimes, we need to distance ourselves from what we love the most. Our offspring develops stability when they’re given the right roots, and they thrive proportionately to the time they’re left alone to figure things out for themselves (with the security of knowing you are there for assistance if needed).

To truly change something in your life, you have to commit yourself to the change fully, which means you have to commit to it over and over again. This is true whether the commitment is big or small. During wedding vows, people promise to love and care for each other for the rest of their lives for better or for worse. This isn’t just a vague happily ever after; it’s a daily commitment to love and care for their partner, even when it is difficult. True commitment requires consistency over time.

We inaugurate the evening Just drumming up a little weirdness It gets late so early now The waves come in in mountain phases Linked impossibilities Branching possibilities I’d see fire where it's not supposed to be In the empty library at suppertime By the respirating basement door The dog eats out of an old tambourine on the floor I’ve been told you can live a long, long time on the love of a dog And that things get bitter and bad When the people are wrong And sleep can be had for the price of a song Late in the day When the options are gone When the seatbelt’s the only hug you’ve felt in weeks When wrong numbers are the totality of your social life The obscure strategies of wildlife Only flummox the hell out of you, kid I first saw her in a megastore The Day-Glo raven Born into a free fall Like plastic Easter basket grass Falling from an overpass The fulfillment of a tenth grade prophecy A motel masterpiece Blind to the branching possibilities Blind to linked impossibilities Teardrops were standing in my eyes Like deer before they bolt It was like I was stretching my arm through the cat door to heaven I was thinking I could lick the frosting off these summer days if nights were half as sweet Me like a banged up dog walking half sideways I adored the way she modified my mornings When I’d wake up in the calm shoals of her bed Somersaults and smoke and a universe of sleep Before she slipped into her heritage And disappeared Now every second thought is out of control I guess in a way I long to be rad When I was with her it felt wrong to be sad Did I tell you an angel finally came and shut my mouth? There was a smile and a tear in her voice too And she taught me To relight Relight and relight again They tell me you can live a long, long time on the love of a dog Things get bitter and bad And sleep can be had Late in the day when the options seem gone Please let your eyes be a friend to me again It’s just malfunctioning teardrops A cowboy overflow of the heart