Inside Jo's Mind

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Sat, 11 May 2013 06:24:45 -0400

"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she..."

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 06:45:56 -0400

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”

- Bob Marley (via giovannafletcher1)

crawling my way to the end of this semester...

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 15:40:32 -0400

crawling my way to the end of this semester

“It’s like waking up from a bad salad dream. Big guy in the...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 09:28:07 -0400

“It’s like waking up from a bad salad dream. Big guy in the house!”

crystalc0uture: Don’t.

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 00:44:56 -0400

crystalc0uture:

Don’t.

#so much pain in his expression

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 13:48:55 -0400

#so much pain in his expression

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Mon, 18 Feb 2013 16:52:53 -0500

“I hear they mistake you, sometimes, for other actors.” Oh...

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 18:40:09 -0500

“I hear they mistake you, sometimes, for other actors.”

Oh Ryan….

giovannafletcher1: Here’s @tommcfly’s groom’s “speech”… Full of...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 18:56:09 -0500

giovannafletcher1:

Here’s @tommcfly’s groom’s “speech”… Full of magic! Can’t believe we’ve been married almost 8 months already. Xx

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Thu, 22 Nov 2012 06:53:19 -0500

bruhofftop: Win

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 12:58:41 -0500

bruhofftop:

Win

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Fri, 14 Sep 2012 19:58:27 -0400

This is for @Beck_g His hair!!!

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 20:15:03 -0400

This is for @Beck_g His hair!!!

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Thu, 30 Aug 2012 19:01:35 -0400

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Thu, 16 Aug 2012 18:24:13 -0400

daisy124: anewstartt: When an old man died in the geriatric...

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 18:44:40 -0400

daisy124:

anewstartt:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer .. See.. Me.

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all one day be there too!

Amazing.

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Tue, 22 May 2012 18:32:07 -0400

No words describe how good he is.

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 13:34:10 -0500

No words describe how good he is.