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25 Relationship Quotes to Get You Through a Breakup

No matter who ended it, why it fell apart, or how long ago it was, getting through the aftermath of a relationship is never an easy task. As you feel the waves of emotions from sadness to anger to relief while your heart heals, let these encouraging words give you the dose of inspiration you need.

For seeing the bright side

“To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose is the next best." 

– William Makepeace Thackeray

For remembering the bigger picture

"I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?" 

– Nicholas Sparks, author

For why you have to cry sometimes

"Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart do not know how to laugh either." 

– Golda Meir, politician

For getting through the rough days

"Hearts live by being wounded." 

– Oscar Wilde, playwright

For valuing patience

"Only time can heal his heart, just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs." 

– Miss Piggy, Muppet

For savoring the transformation

"The dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.”

– Nora Ephron, author

For relishing the good times

“The hottest love has the coldest end." 

– Socrates, philosopher

For the motivation to move on

"No matter how hard your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief." 

— Faraaz Kazi

For finding the humor

"I never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back." 

— Zsa Zsa Gabor, actress

For packing away the tissues

"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." 

— M. Kathleen Casey, politician

For prioritizing your strength

"You can only lose what you cling to." 

— Buddha

For the good moments to come

"In the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself." 

— Deepak Chopra

For the nudge to pull the plug

"You’ve gotta know when it’s time to turn the page.”

— Tori Amos, singer-songwriter

For a lesson in love

“Don’t dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energy moving forward together towards an answer.”

— Denis Waitley, motivational speaker

For unfriending on Facebook

“The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did." 

— Faraaz Kazi, author

For remembering you’re not alone

"I think every girl has that a guy she has trouble letting go of." 

— Rashida Jones, actress

For new beginnings

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need." 

– Lao Tzu, philosopher

For the best that’s yet to come

"Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny." 

— Steve Maraboli, author

For living in the moment

"Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure." 

— Oprah Winfrey

For improving your odds

"The best skill at cards is knowing when to discard." 

— Baltasar Gracián, philosopher

For being thankful for love

"Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart" 

— Washington Irving, author

For being openhearted

"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us" 

— Alexander Graham Bell, inventor

For the upcoming rainbow

"Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.”

— Paulo Coelho, author

For never settling

“Never love anybody that treats you like you’re ordinary.”

— Oscar Wilde, playwright

For appreciating the bittersweet

“The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.”   

― William Faulkner, author 


The twelveth installment of The Live On Tour Series:

Y/N doesn’t know what it is about Austin but ever since they’ve arrived, she’s been a bit off, though she can’t really blame it on the city.

Because she knows it’s her fault for being so in love with her best friend that she can’t seem to stand him kissing the girl he likes, she can’t seem to stand them being as close as they are even if she’s trying so desperately for him to be happy.

She knows it’s her fault because she should have knocked on the door back in Irving, she should have knocked louder because maybe then she wouldn’t have abruptly entered the room, the excitement dropping from her face as it did at the sight of Harry topless with his lips attached to the girl’s neck.

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Tl;dr I carded this guy (who seemed drunk already) and asked him to take off his hat so I could make sure the ID matched. He started cursing at me and made a huge deal out of nothing and even called the police for “harassment”.

So I’m working the SCO and it’s been a slow night thus far when this guy comes up looking like he’s maybe mid 20s and for me, anyone who looks like they’re around that age I like to make sure that their ID matches because I’m not going to get fined and fired for someone trying to dress up like their mom or their dad to try to get alcohol. He was wearing a beanie too and so I hold the card up to compare it to his face and ask if he can take the hat off. First words out of his mouth are “Hurry the fuck up!” This is the first time anyone has ever cursed at me at work. I’ve seen and heard it happen to my coworkers but I’ve never dealt with it personally. So I pause for a minute while I try to figure out who tf this guy thinks he’s talking to. I ask him again to take off the hat to which he replied “No, I’m not taking it off. Now hurry the fuck up.” At this point I’m done and at my store, we reserve the right to refuse business with anyone for any reason. So I tell him that I can’t sell it to him unless I make sure that his ID matches. He yells some more obscenities and asks for my manager. So not wanting to deal with him anymore I try to walk a few feet away from the SCO to look for my manager. But quickly come back when I realize the guy could just try to walk out without even paying if I’m not there to keep an eye on him. So I ask the door greeter, who’s an extremely nice older man who does his job well to radio one of the managers over here for a customer who’s giving me trouble. But then the guy tries to get Irv, the door greeter, to sell him the alcohol but Irv doesn’t know how to work the registers let alone the more complicated SCO registers so he tells the asshole that which only pisses him off even more. So he yells at me, “Go get your manager! Go get someone who actually knows what the fuck they’re doing!” So I smile at him and say that they’re on their way. When the assistant manager arrives, things get even worse. Now, he’s a pretty big deal in my store so I was surprised he came to deal with this problem since I didn’t think this was that much of a problem until the guy starts cursing at him too. At this point he tells the guy that we’re not gonna be selling him anything at this point so he needs to leave. But the asshole isn’t finished. He continues to yell and curse, while my manager tries to get him to calm down and leave. But the guy won’t budge. He sticks around and accuses my manager of “harassing” even though he was the nuisance in this whole situation. He calls the police because he’s gonna report my manager to the police for harassing him but he was gone before the police even got to my store but immediately left when they found out the real story. And that guy wasn’t even the first guy to refuse to show their ID. Another guy wanted to me to prove my age and said he wasn’t gonna buy it until I did but I told him “I can set it aside for you if you’re going to be gonna be buying it today” the look on his face of complete shock was the best part of my night

deathchrist2000  asked:

Can you expand on Annihilator?

@magenta-mouse​ asked:  wait what did max do to grant? what instigated this?

Well, while honestly I don’t think the book is sincerely intended as a hit piece on Landis in particular, it’s notable that both the main characters in this book about pretentious hedonistic artists who hurt everyone around them are dead ringers for the guy. Landis had a period where he was really clearly trying to win Grant’s approval - his time at Morrisoncon, describing American Alien as “the anti-All-Star Superman”, inserting that one Mxyzptlk story in it that’s as blatant a “love me daddy” as I’ve ever read in the medium - and given he apparently made a pretty public ass of himself at Morrisoncon, and his otherwise well-known status as a douchebag, it’s not that shocking Morrison decided he’d be a good visual inspiration for the Hollywood enfant terrible of his story.

As for Annihilator itself, it’s easily one of Morrison’s best and most criminally overlooked comics, by strength of Frazer Irving blowing the fucking doors down on this one alone before you even get to the story. For those who missed it, here’s the pitch: Ray Spass is one-time Hollywood hitmaker with a heart of pure shit, whose last big production is a ways behind him - he’s working on a “haunted house movie in space” script starring dashing rogue Max Nomax to get back in the game when he learns he has an inoperable brain tumor giving him a week to live. Later the same day, he’s pulled aside by a pair of secret service agents who inform him that at the large hadron collider in Switzerland, they momentarily opened a black hole…and a man named Max Nomax stepped out and asked to speak with Ray Spass before disappearing. When Ray gets back to his apartment and reaches his creation, he learns the truth: Max is all-too-real, fleeing the repressive authorities of his reality who will surely tear ours apart in search of him. He was forced to beam his memories of his life ahead of his physical form into a tumorous data packet in Ray’s skull; only by writing the story can Ray shrink the packet and save himself, and in turn get the information needed to save the universe.

At its core, it’s the flipside to Flex Mentallo in the same way The Filth holds up a cracked mirror to The Invisibles. It’s still about the power of stories to save us all, and Morrison can’t bring himself to be fully cynical in that particular regard, but if Flex was about how art can ennoble and inspire the lives around it, Annihilator is the reminder that it’s at least as often the product of ego or petty rebellion or a simple need to get paid as any real creative impulse or desire to make anything better. Phonogram as compared to The Wicked + The Divine would be a good way of framing the difference between them; one’s about what art does to fans, the other about how fucked-up the actual artists are. All that aside though, it’s clever, it’s spiteful, it’s hilarious, it’s incredibly well-constructed, it follows up on some of the themes of Morrison’s time on Batman in some very interesting ways, and it’s absolutely goddamn gorgeous. It’s honestly probably in my top 5 Morrison comics period, and I really can’t recommend it enough. Baby Bug-Eyes alone was the sensational character find of 2014.

anonymous asked:

Which member of RAIN can sing the best?

Well, Robin sings the most. Can’t say she’s that good at it, though! She sometimes just sings to people instead of speaking to them despite a lack of skill, and Akane’s voice is somewhat monotonous so she doesn’t have a lot of vocal range.

Maybe it’d be Irving? He’s all posh and shit, so maybe he’s got a little bit of formal training. Little bit of choir as a young-un, a bit of baritone or whatever these days. I doubt he’d really indulge in it these days, though, and doesn’t value the skill.

I’d love for Nyssa to be the best and be completely unaware of it. Like she sings to herself when she thinks no one’s listening and Robin and Irving have their ears pressed up against the door while Akane is silently judging them… but is silent so she can also listen.

MUST Read & #JeSuisAhmed: Irving 9th-grader arrested after taking homemade clock to school: ‘So you tried to make a bomb?’

By Avi Selk via dallasmorningnews (Photo credit: Vernon Bryant)

IRVING — Ahmed Mohamed — who makes his own radios and repairs his own go-kart — hoped to impress his teachers when he brought a homemade clock to MacArthur High on Monday.

Instead, the school phoned police about Ahmed’s circuit-stuffed pencil case.

So the 14-year-old missed the student council meeting and took a trip in handcuffs to juvenile detention. His clock now sits in an evidence room. Police say they may yet charge him with making a hoax bomb — though they acknowledge he told everyone who would listen that it’s a clock.

In the meantime, Ahmed’s been suspended, his father is upset and the Council on American-Islamic Relations is once again eyeing claims of Islamophobia in Irving.

Box of circuit boards

A box full of circuit boards sits at the foot of Ahmed’s small bed in central Irving. His door marks the border where the Mohamed family’s cramped but lavishly decorated house begins to look like the back room at RadioShack.

“Here in high school, none of the teachers know what I can do,” Ahmed said, fiddling with a cable while a soldering iron dangled from the shelf behind him.

He loved robotics club in middle school and was searching for a similar niche in his first few weeks of high school.

So he decided to do what he’s always done: He built something.

Ahmed’s clock was hardly his most elaborate creation. He said he threw it together in about 20 minutes before bedtime on Sunday: a circuit board and power supply wired to a digital display, all strapped inside a case with a tiger hologram on the front.

He showed it to his engineering teacher first thing Monday morning and didn’t get quite the reaction he’d hoped for.

“He was like, ‘That’s really nice,’” Ahmed said. “‘I would advise you not to show any other teachers.’”

He kept the clock inside his school bag in English class, but the teacher complained when the alarm beeped in the middle of a lesson. Ahmed brought his invention up to show her afterward.

“She was like, it looks like a bomb,” he said.

“I told her, ‘It doesn’t look like a bomb to me.’”

The teacher kept the clock. When the principal and a police officer pulled Ahmed out of sixth period, he suspected he wouldn’t get it back.

They led Ahmed into a room where four other police officers waited. He said an officer he’d never seen before leaned back in his chair and remarked: “Yup. That’s who I thought it was.”

Ahmed felt suddenly conscious of his brown skin and his name — one of the most common in the Muslim religion. But the police kept him busy with questions.

The bell rang at least twice, he said, while the officers searched his belongings and questioned his intentions. The principal threatened to expel him if he didn’t make a written statement, he said.

“They were like, ‘So you tried to make a bomb?’” Ahmed said.

“I told them no, I was trying to make a clock.”

“He said, ‘It looks like a movie bomb to me.’”

Police skepticism

Ahmed never claimed his device was anything but a clock, said police spokesman James McLellan. And police have no reason to think it was dangerous. But officers still didn’t believe Ahmed was giving them the whole story.

“We have no information that he claimed it was a bomb,” McLellan said. “He kept maintaining it was a clock, but there was no broader explanation.”

Asked what broader explanation the boy could have given, the spokesman explained:

“It could reasonably be mistaken as a device if left in a bathroom or under a car. The concern was, what was this thing built for? Do we take him into custody?”

Police led Ahmed out of MacArthur about 3 p.m., his hands cuffed behind him and an officer on each arm. A few students gaped in the halls. He remembers the shocked expression of his student counselor — the one “who knows I’m a good boy.”

Ahmed was spared the inside of a cell. The police sent him out of the juvenile detention center to meet his parents shortly after taking his fingerprints.

They’re still investigating the case, and Ahmed hasn’t been back to school. His family said the principal suspended him for three days.

“They thought, ‘How could someone like this build something like this unless it’s a threat?’” Ahmed said.

An Irving ISD statement gave no details about the case, citing student privacy laws.

‘Invent good things’

“He just wants to invent good things for mankind,” said Ahmed’s father, Mohamed Elhassan Mohamed, who immigrated from Sudan and occasionally returns there to run for president. “But because his name is Mohamed and because of Sept. 11, I think my son got mistreated.”

Mohamed is familiar with anti-Islamic politics. He once made national headlines for debating a Florida pastor who burned a Quran.

But he wasn’t paying much attention this summer when Irving Mayor Beth Van Duyne became a national celebrity in anti-Islamic circles, fueling rumors in speeches that the religious minority was plotting to usurp American laws.

However, the Council on American-Islamic Relations took note.

“This all raises a red flag for us: how Irving’s government entities are operating in the current climate,” said Alia Salem, who directs the council’s North Texas chapter and has spoken to lawyers about Ahmed’s arrest.

“We’re still investigating,” she said, “but it seems pretty egregious.”

Meanwhile, Ahmed is sitting home in his bedroom, tinkering with old gears and electrical converters, pronouncing words like “ethnicity” for what sounds like the first time.

He’s vowed never to take an invention to school again.

Things from the Original Script

That would’ve made Newsies 20% more hilarious:

  • Crutchy dumping paint on the Delancey brothers
  • Jack swinging back and forth in front of the Refuge window in various funny poses
  • Spot dropping Weasel down the stage’s trap door during the raid on Irving Hall
  • Mr. Jacobs making the Delanceys clean up the print shop after they came to wreck the place/stop the Newsies Banner from being printed

anonymous asked:

Louis and Azoffs? i mean we never heard about them doing something publicly!

Here’s what they should do (and if you’re reading this, 1DHQ, make this happen.Trust me on this): Spread the rumors of Briana/Louis meeting for lunch or dinner or whatever the rumor was. Then hire a ton of paps to show up at that restaurant. So the photogs are there waiting at the door for Louis and B to walk out and instead, here comes Irving walking out the front door carrying Louis on piggyback. Then Louis and Irving get in Harry’s white Benz and drive off into the sunset. 

DA:I Fic Update: Unshaken by the Darkness: Baby (2/26)

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Summary: Cullen Rutherford’s past and present, from childhood through the Inquisition, told through interconnected short stories one letter of the alphabet at a time.

Eventual Cullen/Mage Trevelyan. Eventual Inquisition spoilers, but not for some time. Spoilers for Origins and DA2, too.



The baby was crying again.

Cullen, still bleary-eyed with sleep and all fogged up with dreaming, rolled from his bed and padded barefoot across the room he shared with his brother, Branson. Bran did not bother getting up. He was awake, though, because he groaned and buried his head under a pillow, muttering words Da would give him a smack for, if he heard.

Opening the door adjoining their rooms, he peeked at Mia’s bed. A mess of blonde curls said she, too, was determined to sleep through the noise. Cullen smiled, crossing to baby Rosalie’s cradle. He was just tall enough to reach inside. Carefully, so carefully, just like Ma showed him, he lifted her out and held her close to his chest, making sure to always, always protect her neck. Babies, he’d learned the hard way, had very wobbly necks. The smell of her filthy nappy made his eyes water, but it wasn’t her fault. Sometimes Bran got mad at her for things like that, even though baby nappies weren’t as disgusting as the chamber pot when Bran was through with it.

This made Cullen laugh. Rosalie stopped her whimpering and looked up at him with the funny little smile Ma said meant she had gas, but which Cullen decided meant she liked him best of all. Mia didn’t say any of the swears Bran had, but she still lifted her head and pleaded, “Please, Cull. You take her, and I’ll… I’ll do chores for you. Something. Anything. Please. I’m so tired.”

“S’okay, Mia,” he said, quiet, so Rosalie wouldn’t get upset. “I can do it.”

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