Cassie,
Do you honestly think I have no right to be angry or frustrated? For the past 3 frickin' years, I've stayed up all nights some nights thinking about you and us; and, working my ass off to show you that, though there's distance between us, that you can bet your life that my love is there and strong for you. I know what you feel when you say that you need someone and something to touch. I've finally gotten in touch with you in a way that I can hear your voice. Just as I was saying in my last email, there will be some fucking hard ass times, and then there will be worse ones. This is one of those times that is going to be hard, and I believe if there was any love there for me, you wouldn't just give up. I've always been skeptical about how you felt, that's just how I am, but then finally, in one email, after I called you for the first time you said, and I quote, "...before we had our talk, I mean.. yeah.. I liked you ALOT...". But then you went on to say that you finally knew in your heart that you truly loved me. I'm beginning to think you were just caught up in the moment. And to think, that was exactly a month ago. One frickin' month ago, you said you were sure, and now you aren't. I know for a fact that love is something you cannot all of a sudden gain, or lose. It will take time as in more than a couple weeks, but more like a couple months or years.
I want you to know that, yes, I'm mad. But I am also mad about you. I feel like crying just like I did the night before you left. I had a dream a couple days ago, that ended with a phrase from no particular person saying, "Soon, your love will go through trials and tribulations, and intelligence and patience will fade as your frustration takes over; but, do not falter. Persevere in your true ways, and light will shine again!" I memorized that as I wrote that down after I woke up. That scared the shit out of me, because I spent that whole day thinking it was, in fact talking about you. I see now, maybe it is.
“I’m famous for falling…” Jenni Rivera was a strong independent woman. Jenni Rivera had many struggles that helped her rise to the top and change the music industry.
In “Theories of Time and Space,” Natasha Trethewey details the evolution of maturity in humans and how that process occurs using a journey to Gulfport, Mississippi. Trethewey begins her work by establishing a destination and starting point that are a metaphors for the progression of innocence to maturity, and she concludes by explaining the significance of that change. All of these components work together to develop an allegory about the human condition. An allegory, as defined in Rapaport’s “The Literary Toolkit,” is “the extension of an analogy into an isomorphic set of correspondences,” that transform the literal meaning (Rapaport, 110). Trethewey uses the literal meaning of a physical journey to Ship Island to create an allegory about
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Most of the story takes place in the prison where Shay Bourne states while waiting for his death. Other minor parts are in such places as a church, Ian Fletcher’s home, Maggie’s and her Parents home, a hospital and June’s home.
The setting of the scorch trials starts off with a group of boys in a dormitory. Each boy stayed in a room with 2 old bunk beds, a fan, and a 1 window covered in metal bars. They boys stayed in rooms of 4 boys. The boys are forced to leave the dormitory and end up in a dry, lifeless, desert like place called the flare. The flare is miles and miles of hot desert sand and random old abandoned buildings. They travel across the flare to find the safe haven, which ends up being a stick in the ground that says, “You made it”.
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In The Great Gatsby, James Gatz is a poor boy who falls in love with a beautiful, eccentric millionaire named Daisy Fay. In an attempt to gain her affection, he quickly recreates himself to mimic her wants in a man. He finds ways to be near her, even after she is married, and moves into the West Egg of Long Island. When Daisy and Gatsby finally meet again, the romanticism is short lived. After many nights together, Daisy prepares herself to tell her husband, Tom, that she is leaving him for Jay Gatsby. In the end, she panics and plans on dropping the topic, but a quick glance with Gatsby gives her feelings away. Daisy wants to ignore her feelings, but she fails to move past her relationship with Gatsby, which becomes evident to her friends. In the end, she chooses to stay with her husband despite her feelings; she does this because she believes that change would only cause more problems. Gatsby is crushed by her actions, but fails to realize the true extent of them. He continues to pester her with hopes of rekindling a relationship that ended years ago, but she refuses, and immediately moves away with Tom. This action drives Gatsby mad, and his utter devotion for Daisy is the last thought on his mind when Wilson kills him. Sara Teasdale, a poet in the 1900s, is scared of this kind of commitment; she knows that love for another will only bring about her own demise. Faced with depression and an illness that leaves her bed-ridden for much of her life, she is heavily dependent on others to survive. She becomes close with few friends because she does not want to burden them. When she must choose between two lovers, she picks Ernst Filsinger, despite her affection for another, just as Daisy does. These actions leave not only herself hur...
"To be delegated into the HSF Alumni Hall of Fame would be an honor any reasonable person would appreciate. As for me, it is more than the dignity it carries or even the reputation the award it might give off. It is about the responsibility I now carry for my fellow descendants, to give them the dream to pursue their lives and live up to the confrontations of life."
...rk. Listen justice we all go through things in relationships maybe this was just a sign yours was ready to end. I know you don’t like to hear it but that’s just the way it is.
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