R&P Relaties & Psychologie
Heb je relatieproblemen, of zit je in een diep psychologisch gat? Stort hier je hart uit, en heb steun aan de reacties van anderen.
Luister naar de muziek die ik gepost heb en laat scheetjes op de maat van die muziek!quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:13 schreef zwartedoos het volgende:
Had ik maar wat leuks te doen jank om elke scheet
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:15 schreef Barbusse het volgende:
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Luister naar de muziek die ik gepost heb en laat scheetjes op de maat van die muziek!
sorrie er valt niks aan te vangen met mij vandaag
*I'm not perfect but parts of me are incredible*
guess that's what happens when a tornado meets a vulcano
guess that's what happens when a tornado meets a vulcano
quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:17 schreef zwartedoos het volgende:
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wrom nou niet?
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Heddegijdagezeedgehadjamindedawerkelukwoarhoedoedegijdahoedoedegijdahoeheddegijdagedoan.
Don't you ever get stuck in the sky when you're high?
Don't you ever get stuck in the sky when you're high?
voel me klote en alleen en intens verdrietigquote:
*I'm not perfect but parts of me are incredible*
guess that's what happens when a tornado meets a vulcano
guess that's what happens when a tornado meets a vulcano
quote:
quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:20 schreef zwartedoos het volgende:
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voel me klote en alleen en intens verdrietig
dasnieleuk.....
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Dat dus!quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:24 schreef dick_laurent het volgende:
Jep, life's a bitch... and then you die
So let's smile, while we still got the time
Dansen en sjansen zullen we!
Fuck m'n ex en al die gevoelens die nog voor haar heb of denk te hebben. Dit is mijn leven en ik richt het in zoals ik wil. En op dit moment horen daar geen tranen bij, ik heb al voldoende ellende aan haar beleefd! 
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
hell yeah!quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:30 schreef Barbusse het volgende:
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Dat dus!
Dansen en sjansen zullen we!
NEE GA WEGquote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:37 schreef Je_moeder1 het volgende:
Hele saaie zondag..
Toe mahquote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:37 schreef Je_moeder1 het volgende:
Hele saaie zondag..
What can change the nature of a man?
Ik vind dit gedicht altijd erg inspirerend:
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Weinig te melden hier verder, gelukkig een redelijk gevuld weekend, en ook de kerst zit al volgeboekt.
Ex weinig gesproken, alleen vrijdag en dat was een goed, gezellig, grappig en bij vlagen lief gesprek. De dingen die me dwars zaten heb ik aangegeven bij haar, ze heeft verteld hoe ze dingen zag en hoe ze voor haar waren, en ondanks dat ik het niet met alles eens was/ben respecteer ik dat. Het heeft mijn inziens ook weinig nut om me daar tegen te verzetten of moeilijk over te gaan doen.
Sterkte iedereen trouwens
Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster is a maniac?
-George Carlin
-George Carlin
Yeah!quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:30 schreef Barbusse het volgende:
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Dat dus!
Dansen en sjansen zullen we!
Ik ben er ook overheen, maar ik lees toch nog ff mee, helemaal in het jubileumtopic.
Wel een zondagdipje, maar dat ligt meer aan het feit dat ik volgens mij Mexicaanse griep heb...
Don't let my username fool you...
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Dankje... mister tequila en ik zijn toch best lief...quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 13:14 schreef dick_laurent het volgende:
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Ik ben redelijk optimistisch hoor
Alleen haat ik alles en iedereen.... maar verder ben ik het zonnetje in huis
Tequila op een lome zondagquote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 14:33 schreef Kiwijuice het volgende:
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Dankje... mister tequila en ik zijn toch best lief...
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Goed plan, m'n kater verdrinken in nog meer alcohol!quote:Op zondag 6 december 2009 14:36 schreef dick_laurent het volgende:
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de fles staat nog in mijn koelkast
kom maar langs hoor
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
