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juhouh wrote:All these baby and toddler pictures in social media makes me wonder if they even realize how stupid it is to publish a picture of your child to FB or anywhere on Internet. You do not own your child's identity. Personally I would hate to see my baby pictures in FB. My son will be born in next month and I would never ever post a picture of him into Internet until he's old enough to do it himself. Everyone has a right to stay anonymous

Amanda wrote:And just like that she vanished, like a fart in the wind.
















Regulus wrote:I did this twice last year... in the afternoon at the end of July, and just after sunset on New Year's eve. Now, I've done it again today.
The time we had together was so amazing. It's difficult to express just how grateful I am to have had a vacation like this. Yet, every time... the days I have to say goodbye to her are the worst. It always ends up with this overwhelming sense of emptiness. It's like drowning in a sea of some kind of melancholic... stuff. It's enveloping me in this sadness I can't escape.
I thought this time would be easier, since I should be used to it by now. But it's not. She takes off her seatbelt, opens the door, and stands up. I pop the trunk open for her, so she can get the luggage out of the back. As she closes the door and walks around the back, all I can think is that I forgot to say I love her. It feels like it lasts forever, but it's probably not even a minute. Eventually I hear her close it, and I see her step onto the sidewalk. She stops, looks back, and waves at me. The door is closed, but I can hear her say bye. It's not what I wanted to hear, but I wave back.
Her flight is in two hours. She's going back home, but I... well, I have to go to work today. No beach to frolic on, no pool to swim in, no museums to visit, no castles to explore or nature walks to go on... oh no. Today I go back to the usual, and I go back tired, sad, and alone.
And as I return 'home' this afternoon, I see the empty bottles and bag of chips from last night. I look back in my car, and I see the brochures from the places we went to, and the sandy beach toys we'd played with. I look at my desk and I see the rock I collected from last summer's vacation, and the figurines she gave me last Christmas. This is my life. She's back to being a thousand miles away, but even when she's not here, the impact she has on my life is a hundred levels deep.
It took weeks to adjust back to my ordinary life after the last couple times I saw her. It's time to do that again. I don't want to, but... I'll see her again. Someday. We're not breaking up, and she's not dying; she's just going home. It's just until next time.
UncoordinatedPisces wrote:Popped back in to see any chat about the 'new' film, still haven't seen it yet though. Man, I used to spend so many hours here aha.














































Azdgari wrote:Nice to see old faces here--Gem and Malibu and BlackCat. Hope that everything's good with you all!
















































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