welp my day got ruined

[Magsåvningsreserven]

my day wasn't ruined, but i was going to start a 'ITT: we cry' thrad, but then remembered this one:

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*sob*

amazing

[broneck]

http://animalcrossingtragedy.ytmnd.com

NO! THAT IS NOT WHAT YOURE THE MAN NOW DOG IS FOR! FUCK YOU!

[gfunkdocta]

mad emo things 2day

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[TransparentCranium]

thanks to Fabulaz for typing this out, it's worth reading.

coles notes: sad dog story

wheres that from?

[incob123]

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[tac0tron]

fucking dammit :(

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[tac0tron]

how many of you fucking watched? I nearly cried for this.

[azn8oi]

fucking dammit :(

GAaH_HlUD68

how many of you fucking watched? I nearly cried for this.

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[tac0tron]

late pass?

http://vimeo.com/8191217

[DüM]

yeah, this is even on this page

[BeachHouse]

disclaimer: posting this recognizing it's a miserable fail of a guilt trip story. From FB...

Marriage

by ------------------ on Sunday, September 5, 2010 at 4:08pm

MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.

So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6

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Cilla Lane i love this a friend of posted this awhile back it really does make you think about the little things.

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(ME) at least he gets to keep the house and car now.

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[Lab]

i hate this thread.

[crissyw]

yo that made me really awww until i saw the christ part

[Al K]

Im crying...

[HOLY]

I'm so not gonna read any thing on this thread.

[sawyer]

^^^^let it out man

[zenii]

seriously, that story was really sad but had nothing to do with religion at all.

[BeachHouse]

It came from a friend that's definitely down with Jesus, but even then, it was pretty awkward. I was really hoping "Jane" ended up being "Mary Jane" and weed was the demise of their relationship.

[tac0tron]

[echoepidemic]

that combo of the disappearing kangaroo and sappy story made me very sad

[shufon]

Maybe I'm a horrible person but that kangaroo thing kinda made me laugh.

[kvc06]

http://vimeo.com/8191217

Can't believe that hasn't been posted, prepare 2 cry

[rtst]

I posted that shit a year ago or someshit like that. Everything I watch it I go and hug da shit my dog.

[fallen angels]

one day this yellow weasel had a bad feeling, sensing his friend was in trouble

in fact, unfortunately, he was. the weasels friend was killed by someone in the morning in front of a store and discarded to a garbage pile in the corner.

following the smell of his friend, the yellow weasel ran across the busy street to find his friend has died.

the yellow weasel was heartbroken, and started removing the trash from his friend.

and earnestly started cleaning his friends fur.

with all his might, the yellow weasel tried to carry his friend

but he was too overwelmed by sadness and dint have enough strength, and mournfully struggled to move his friends body.

soon a small crowd started gathering, watching the sad scene and moved by the animals' bond. the woman even commented "this yellow weasel has more heart than some humans"

the curious bystanders started using sticks to drive the helpless yellow weasel away.

all the yellow weasel could do is hide in a bush on a sidewalk planter.

[fallen angels]

the weasel hid in the bush, painfully thinking about his dead friend

but this curious old woman wouldnt let it go.

eventually the yellow weasel came out, gazing longingly at his dead friend

out of nowhere, this man comes and says weasel fur can be sold for good money. and stomps on it.

and carries away the struggling heartbroken weasel in his hand

sad day for weasels.

[fuego]

That just makes me angry.

[t3hcoke]

i lol'd

10char

[fobsquad]

i wonder if weasel meat is QQ

[White Teeth]

Tucson, Arizona – Yesterday, Latinos across the United States applaud the guilty verdict of two counts of first-degree murder rendered by the Pina County jury on the trial of Shawna Forde, a leader of the hate-group Minuteman American Defense (MAD) who was found guilty of murdering 9 year-old Brisenia Flores and her father Raul Flores. Local civil and human rights leaders from across the nation join forces with Presente.org, an online advocacy group that seeks to strengthen the political voice of Latino communities, to salute the Flores family in its efforts to achieve justice for Brisenia. Advocates state that verdict sends a strong message that hate-crimes will face the full force of the law and, at the same time, call on the media to be socially responsible by reporting the linkages between Forde’s proven extremism and that of extremist groups she represents.

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On May 2009, Forde and two accomplices – MAD Operations Director Jason Bush and local MAD member Albert Gaxiola – broke into the Flores’ home in the border town of Arivaca, Arizona. Without compunction, they shot Raul Flores, his wife Gina Gonzalez and their daughter Brisenia who screamed, “Please don’t shoot me!” before being shot twice in the head; Gonzalez survived the incident.

i hope they fucking die i hope they fucking die i hope they fucking die

[fuego]

oh man. I hope they end up in La Familia prison blocks. Mexican prison shanks are no yoke guey.