My parents impressed on me the value of that you work hard for what you want in life. That your word is your bond and you do what you say and keep your promise. That you treat people with respect. Show the values and morals in in the daily life. That is the lesson that we continue to pass on to our son.
We need to pass those lessons on to the many generations to follow. [Cheering] Because we want our children in these nations to know that the only limit to your achievement is the strength of your dreams and your willingness to work for them.
And Barack and I were raised with so many of the same values: that you work hard for what you want in life; that your word is your bond and you do what you say you’re going to do; that you treat people with dignity and respect, even if you don’t know them, and even if you don’t agree with them.
And Barack and I set out to build lives guided by these values, and pass them on to the next generation. Because we want our children — and all children in this nation — to know that the only limit to the height of your achievements is the reach of your dreams and your willingness to work for them.
The similarity was first pointed out by Jarrett Hill on Twitter. There’s no explanation (yet) for how this happened.
But suddenly it's September and your hair is no longer filled with sand and your freckles begin to fade like memories being slowly forgotten. The taste of his lips becomes fainter with every living breath and sometimes you even forget the shade of his aqua eyes. Then, one day you’ll wake up and realize what you thought was true was only temporary, and that boy with the firey red hair will only live on in your wildest dreams until June rolls around and the ocean calls you home.
It’s like this: You like control. You like rules. You like order. You are a cool summer breeze, a gentle winter and you only court chaos in your dreams.
It’s like this: He makes you want to lose yourself. He likes fire and flirting and your blush against his silk sheets (and you like that he likes it). He is a storm in a teacup, the shattering of china on a marble floor.
It’s like this: You thought loving someone and letting them love you would compromise the life you’ve always strived for. You thought that freedom was a far off place and you would never reach it, would never even try because to try would be to admit what you’ve known all along.
It’s like this: Order isn’t about being perfect, and chaos isn’t about letting yourself fall into an abyss. This is the theory: You can have both, you can be both. The fact comes in every press of his lips against your throat.
Professionalism isn’t your strong suit. Neither is keeping quiet.
Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader
A/N: I have to say, I am so thrilled about the reaction to 32! It makes me so happy to know that it satisfied what people were hoping for, and what they wanted out of a chapter like that. Now, of course, that brings us to this chapter–which, originally, was actually going to have 0 sex, but, oops. Look. I hope you guys know what I’m about, by now–and that you aren’t disappointed. Hahahaha. Love y’all!
<p><b><p></b> <b>Ruben:</b> newbie heaven<p/><b>Elder:</b> The only town that looks like an actual town<p/><b>Bethma:</b> Lizard Hell<p/><b>Altera:</b> Nasod's mortal world<p/><b>Feita:</b> The filler arc<p/><b>Velder:</b> Too many holes and houses burning down, yet no fireman came to the rescue<p/><b>Hamel:</b> Surprisingly hasn't been flooded even though global warming got worse in the last few years<p/><b>Sander:</b> Probably hasn't rained in the last 5 years<p/><b>Lanox:</b> Probably over 500°C<p/><b>Atlas:</b> Pretty but useless space station<p/><b>Elysion:</b> Nasod heaven, probably only exist in your dreams<p/></p><p/></p>