KT in Boulder

tried the best I couldd

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

perfect drug

I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.

troublemaker

Like a hand you reached out to me
The thunder rolls in with the dark
Tiny fingers on the edges
Watch it unravel
Pulling everything apart

In the back we stay together
The walls are shaking in their skin
Does it become you troublemaker
Watch them unravel you
Pulling everything apart

Someday out of the blue
It will find you
Always
Always a face to remind me
Someone like you
Someone like you
Someone like you

You watch the shape these things are taking
Do you cry out in your sleep
Does it become you when you’re under
Your heart is racing you’re taking everything too hard

When you walk away
You show me how
Come pull me under

Someday out of the blue
It will find you
Always
Always a face to remind me
Someone like you
Someone like you
Someone like you

Someday out of the blue
It will find you
Always
Always a face to remind you

into more pieces than my heart was made of

“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”

amid the primal things

I, who have seen you amid the primal things,
Was angry when they spoke your name
In ordinary places.

does it become you troublemaker

If you hold back on the emotions—if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them—you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely.

words can never make up for what you do

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.

peach

setting sun can't shine now you're gone,
inside sleeping, my heart beating,
you know that you tried to hide it,
shouldn't you have said what you meant?

time heals, time congeals around you,
painless hours of endless motion,
understanding's not demanding,
you can't hide what you feel inside.

You must write every single day of your life. You must lurk in libraries to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.

Someone Like You

 

I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, "
Yeah

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."
Yeah

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

"Up until the mid twentieth century the mountain gorilla was considered a myth. Oddly enough, a legend not unlike bigfoot or the loch ness monster. The chance of actually seeing/experiencing this elusive shadow was as likely as finding ones soulmate.
Rare.

Precious.

Even once discovered they seemed unapproachable. The only way to get close to this magnificent creature was to become empathetic. Abandon all pretense and preconceptions.

To bare an open throat.
To collapse into the arms of vulnerability.

All but extinct, these beings/moments are threatened by the black hearted.

The cold and oblivious.
The empty eyed profit seekers that overlook these

Rare

Precious

Moments."

Maynard James Keenan

Wolf by Now, Now

 

I would kill to be your clothes
Cling to your body and hang from your bones
But I could make a mark If you would let me start

You've been feeling smaller
Take a different number
Like you do
Like you do
When you talk about it
You don't want to hear it
Tell me more, tell it all, can you take it

I would kill to be the cold
Tracing your body and shaking your bones
But I can't sleep at night
I can't sleep at night
You've been feeling smaller
Take a different number
Like you do
Like you do
When you talk about it
You don't want to hear it
Tell me more, tell it all, can you take it

I can find the things that I have left behind tonight if I try
If I try
I could find the things that I have left behind tonight if I tried
If I tried

You've been feeling smaller
Take a different number
Like you do
Like you do
When you talk about it
You don't want to hear it
Tell me more, tell it all, can you take it

“The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.”
—Ernest Hemingway, from A Farewell to Arms

Saw Something by Dave Gahan

After the storm
Had passed
I wondered how long
The break in the clouds would last I saw something in your eyes
I'm sure
(Oh baby) I saw it
Something in your eyes
I wanted it for myself

I sit and I wait
And I stare
Still wishing for a divine intervention
To lift me from my chair

I saw something in your eyes
I'm sure
(Oh baby) I saw it
Something in your eyes

You and I have come so far
We've reached beyond the farthest star
Time and time and time again
I want you back
You were a friend
We can't pretend

I saw something in your eyes
I'm sure
(Oh baby) I saw it
Something in your eyes
I wanted it for myself

"October" by Broken Bells

"October" by Broken Bells

So you showed me around your town
To hell again and back
Our love sucks
Already made all the friends hand off

I know it might seem odd
Because your not the only one
I remember my self as a lonely child
So I was
And you've got me wrong
You've got me wrong

(Ground your sense of worth
Cos the spark of morning burns
And all of your searching eyes
Could scold your tender mind)

Remember what they say
Their's no shortcut to a dream
It's all blood and sweat
And life is what you manage in between

But what you don't know
Is you're too young and eager to love
Seething eyes
So you're about to get into
The ditch that you opened up

(Ground your sense of worth
Cos the spark of morning burns
And all of your searching eyes
Could scold your tender mind)

Sister's allay
and leave you behind
You want it sewn
I cut the light
of a lot of mood

Sister you know enough
But for now just let it go
Don't run, don't rush
Just flow

Through the give and take you had to learn
How to cross the coals and not get burned
But you're really just a little girl
Playing in the park until the sun goes down

Sometime you want to rise
One did it's our desire
No doubt you think you braided your own hair
So you're all grown up

Should you want to cross the line
Which way do you want to fly?
Pretend that love could help you find your way
But you got me wrong
But you got me wrong

“In some ways, you are who you are because other people observe you; but in some ways, you are who you are in spite of other people’s observations of you.”

—	John Green

Animal Backwards by Minus The Bear

In the reflection, in the reflection
I don't know you that well but I like your energy

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
I wanna feel my skin in the snow

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
I wanna feel my skin in the snow

You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

My new love
Howling in the night outside, in the night outside

My new love
Howling in the night outside, in the moon light

My new love
Howling in the moon light, in the moonlight

I don't know you that well but I like your energy (The reflection)
I don't know you that well but I like your energy (The reflection)

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
She is a wolf looking through my window
I wanna feel my skin in the snow
She is a wolf looking through my window
You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
She is a wolf looking through my window
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone
She is a wolf looking through my window

Delirium

“I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places. You may think there’s something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of.
But I know the truth: I know from the nights of Coldness. I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It’s hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

every song just makes me think of you

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” 
C.S. Lewis

Postcards from America

http://postcardsfromamerica.tumblr.com/

Psychogeography

"Psychogeography is a practice that rediscovers the physical city through the moods and atmospheres that act upon the individual.

Perhaps the most prominent characteristic of psychogeography is the activity of walking. The act of walking is an urban affair, and in cities that are increasingly hostile to pedestrians, walking tends to become a subversive act.

The psychogeographer is a “non-scientific researcher” who encounters the urban landscape through aimless drifting, experiencing the effects of geographical settings ignored by city maps, and often documenting these processes using film, photography, script writing, or tape. In this way, the wanderer becomes alert to the metaphors, visual rhymes, coincidences, analogies, and changing moods of the street."

- Sherif El-Azma 
The Psychogeography of Loose Associations

frustrated infinity

"and what you see are not shattered streets,
but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,
your frustrated infinity …"–Pablo Neruda, "Cataclysm, Part X"

HOW TO BE AWKWARD

KATIE, let's come up with our own list of how to be awkward!
But until then, here's some suggestions I liked that people came up with (when I googled how to be awkward).
THIS LIST BROUGHT TO YOU IN AWKWARD TECHNICOLOR!!!1113j837!

• Go up to someone in a public place and pretend you know them. (I don't think I would ever have the guts to do this!)
• Stare at someone you don’t know. Don’t look away when they see you. 
• When you feel like it’s necessary, throw your head back and squawk like a bird. (This reminds me of someone I know!)
• The first handshake can make or break a relationship. It is the first form of contact you will make with someone you haven't met and pretty much sets the standard for all future encounters. So, instead of going in for the open palm, grasp and single shake method you should definitely break into a crazy routine incorporating snaps, clicks, elbow taps and the Macarena and/or Riverdance. 
• Elbows. Swing those knobby things around like you’re trying to puncture someone’s jugular with them. In conversation, be sure they enter each party’s field of vision at least five times, and in a way that makes them think they’re about to get hit in the face. This is doubly important if you’re talking to cute boys – cute boys definitely want to see your elbows pretty much all the time.
• Do everything reallly slowwwwlyyy.
• Ignore the fact that all your limbs are controlled by the same nervous system. Use them indiscriminately, illogically, and with reckless abandon. If you naturally move like a graceful lady-type, you’re not exuding enough awkward. Become hyper aware of whether or not your arms are swinging concurrently as you walk (for maximum awkwardness, they should be). Frequently decide half-way through taking a step that you don’t want to anymore, and put your foot back where it was. Fist pump when it doesn’t make any sense, and in a way that looks like you’re trying to pop your shoulder out of its socket.

A Thirsty Fish by Rumi

All this fantasy
and grief.

Let my house be drowned in the wave
that rose last night out of the courtyard
hidden in the center of my chest.

Pistachio

inferior

Each act of creation shall leave you humble,
for it is never as great as your dream and always
inferior to that most marvelous dream of God
which is Nature.

Gabriela Mistral, Decalogue of the Artist

Moceanu by Bayside

I'm s-i-c-k of my meaningless life
Where c-h-a-n-c-e-s pass me by.
That's r-e-a-l-i-t-y.

Praise o-u-r lady of terrible guilt,
That's not my i-d-e-a of f-r-e-e will.
That's r-e-a-l-i-t-y.

Mr. c-o-o-l at all the shows
Your a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e is old.
This is r-e-a-l-i-t-y.

And you might ask why
Nothing's ever how it seems.
I think I knew more when I was 13.
When did life get so real?

And now I feel like I'm losing my mind,
I used to think all the time.
Now thinking hurts, and feeling is worse.
I liked Reality better when it was a dream.

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na.

This is r-e-a-l-i-t-y. 

heart beats in double time

Anyone's Ghost by The National

Say you stayed at home
Alone with the flu
Find out from friends
That wasn't true
Go out at night with your headphones on, again
And walk through the Manhattan valleys of the dead

Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost
Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost

But I don't want anybody else
I don't want anybody else

You said I came close
As anyone's come
To live underwater
For more than a month
You said it was night inside my heart, it was
You said it should tear a kid apart, it does

Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost
Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost

But I don't want anybody else
I don't want anybody else
I don't want anybody else
I don't want anybody else

I had a hole in the middle where the lightning went through it
Told my friends not to worry
I had a hole in the middle someone's sideshow wouldn't do it
I told my friends not to worry

Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost
Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost

(possibly my most favoritest song ever)

Also a really great cover:
http://youtu.be/ek4WVJSk2W4

you change all the lead, sleepin' in my head

And if the snow buries my,
my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.

Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what the hell ever happened to them?!

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to sing.

Purify the colours, purify my mind.
Purify the colours, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colours
Over this heart of mine!


aaand this one:
http://youtu.be/U2HyT92htiM

Creating Every Day for a Year

http://shuttersisters.com/365/
“Shutter Sisters is a collaborative photo blog that believes in the transformative power of telling stories through photography. We support any and all creative projects that encourage women to use their cameras in a way that empowers them and expresses who they are. Committing to shoot at least a photo a day for a whole year is an engaging and fun challenge that keeps participants tapped into their creativity, cameras in hand.”

http://www.shaneyuhas.blogspot.com/
Shane Yuhas loves his wife. He also loves to take photos of her every day of their marriage and post them on his blog. This type of project hits at my heart because it is a devotion to another human being that makes the project live and last. His style of creating a daily diptych allows us to see the model and the landscape of their life together.
“I’ve always called Alyssa my darlin, so that is how the name Daily Darlin came about. I started the project shortly after we were married in 2009,” he says. “I wanted to start a photo blog, but not just of work that I’ve done or things that I like. I wanted to challenge myself to better my photography skills by shooting every day.”

Stole these from etsy:
Creating Every Day for a Year

Every Night

Colors by Grouplove

There's so many songs I want to show you c:

Midnight City by M83

Rest My Chemistry by Interpol

Madness

"it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication"
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

wanderlust

http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/travel/beaches/best-islands-photos/?source=link_tw20120210travel-islandgetaways#/bora-bora-islands-beach_22812_600x450.jpg

Beautiful National Geographic pictures!

Apartment by Young The Giant

<3
I wish I could go to the coast

Somebody I Used to Know

I didn't even like this song when I first heard it. But it's grown on me!

Glass by Bat For Lashes

I will rise now
And go about the city
In the street's
Broadways I seek
Him whom my soul loveth

Went over the sea
What did I find?
A thousand crystal towers
A hundred emerald cities
And the hand of the watchman
In the night sky
Points to my beloved
A knight in crystal armor

And I tried to hold him
I tried for the creed
I'll make a suit of colours
To stop the blinding mirrors
Sew a cape of red and gold
Stifle up the being
With the perfect armor
With a perfect dream

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

And with two suns spinning
At two different speeds
Was born a hot, white diamond
Burning through the rainbow
Flames fell into orbit
To hold eternally
Two heavenly spirits
That just wouldn't seem

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

Workplace bullying

While there is no single formal definition of workplace bullying, several researchers have endeavored to define it. Some categorize all harmful boss-behavior and actions of malintent directed at employees as bullying. Bullying behaviors may be couched in humiliation and hazing rites and iterative (repeating; making repetition; repetitious)
programs or protocols framed as being in the best interests of employee development and coaching. Others separate behaviors into different patterns, labeling a subset of those behaviors as bullying, explaining that there are different ways to deal effectively with specific patterns of behavior. Some workplace bullying is defined as involving an employee's immediate supervisor, manager or boss in conjunction with other employees as complicit, while other workplace bullying is defined as involving only an employee’s immediate supervisor, manager or boss.

• According to Tracy, Lutgen-Sandvik, and Alberts,^[1] researchers associated with the Project for Wellness and Work-Life, workplace bullying is most often "a combination of tactics in which numerous types of hostile communication and behaviour are used" (p. 152).

• Gary and Ruth Namie^[2] define workplace bullying as "repeated, health-harming mistreatment, verbal abuse, or conduct which is threatening, humiliating, intimidating, or sabotage that interferes with work or some combination of the three."

• Pamela Lutgen-Sandvik^[3] expands this definition, stating that workplace bullying is "persistent verbal and nonverbal aggression at work, that includes personal attacks, social ostracism, and a multitude of other painful messages and hostile interactions."

• In an effort to provide a more all-encompassing definition, and catch the attention of employers, Catherine Mattice and Karen Garman define workplace bullying as "systematic aggressive communication, manipulation of work, and acts aimed at humiliating or degrading one or more individual that create an unhealthy and unprofessional power imbalance between bully and target(s), result in psychological consequences for targets and co-workers, and cost enormous monetary damage to an organization’s bottom line"^[4]

Because it can occur in a variety of contexts and forms, it is also useful to define workplace bullying by the key features that these behaviours possess. Bullying is characterized by (Einarsen, 1999; Keashly & Harvey 2004; Lutgen-Sandvik, 2006):

• Repetition (occurs regularly)
• Duration (is enduring)
• Escalation (increasing aggression)
• Power disparity (the target lacks the power to successfully defend themself).
• Attributed intent

This distinguishes bullying from isolated behaviors and other forms of job stress and allows the term workplace bullying to be applied in various contexts and to behaviors that meet these characteristics. Many observers agree that bullying is often a repeated behavior. However, some experts who have dealt with a great many people who report abuse also categorize some once-only events as bullying, for example with cases where there appear to be severe sequelae. See: Thomas Sebok and Mary Chavez Rudolph, "Cases Involving Allegations of Workplace Bullying: Threats to Ombuds Neutrality and Other Challenges," JIOA, 2010, vol.3, no 2. Expanding the common understanding of bullying to include single, severe episodes also parallels the legal definitions of sexual harassment in the US.
According to Pamela Lutgin-Sandvik,^[5] the lack of unifying language to name the phenomenon of workplace bullying is a problem because without a unifying term or phrase, individuals have difficulty naming their experiences of abuse, and therefore have trouble pursuing justice against the bully. Unlike sexual harassment, which named a specific problem and is now recognized in law of many countries (including U.S.), workplace bullying is still being established as a relevant social problem and is in need of a specific vernacular.

Typology of bullying behaviors

With some variations, the following typology of workplace bullying behaviors has been adopted by a number of academic researchers. The typology uses five different categories.^{[8] [9]}

1. Threat to professional status - including belittling opinions, public professional humiliation, accusations regarding lack of effort, intimidating use of discipline or competence procedures
2. Threat to personal standing - including undermining personal integrity, destructive innuendo and sarcasm, making inappropriate jokes about target, persistent teasing, name calling, insults, intimidation
3. Isolation - including preventing access to opportunities, physical or social isolation, withholding necessary information, keeping the target out of the loop, ignoring or excluding
4. Overwork - including undue pressure, impossible deadlines, unnecessary disruptions.
5. Destabilization - including failure to acknowledge good work, allocation of meaningless tasks, removal of responsibility, repeated reminders of blunders, setting target up to fail, shifting goal posts without telling the target.

Tactics

Research by the Workplace Bullying Institute, suggests that the following are the most common 25 tactics used by workplace bullies:^[10]

1. Falsely accused someone of "errors" not actually made (71 percent).
2. Stared, glared, was non verbally intimidating and was clearly showing hostility (68 percent).
3. Discounted the person's thoughts or feelings ("oh, that's silly") in meetings (64 percent).
4. Used the "silent treatment" to "ice out" and separate from others (64 percent).
5. Exhibited presumably uncontrollable mood swings in front of the group (61 percent).
6. Made up own rules on the fly that even she/he did not follow (61 percent).
7. Disregarded satisfactory or exemplary quality of completed work despite evidence (discrediting) (58 percent).
8. Harshly and constantly criticized having a different standard for the target (57 percent).
9. Started, or failed to stop, destructive rumors or gossip about the person (56 percent).
10. Encouraged people to turn against the person being tormented (55 percent).
11. Singled out and isolated one person from coworkers, either socially or physically (54 percent).
12. Publicly displayed gross, undignified, but not illegal, behavior (53 percent).
13. Yelled, screamed, threw tantrums in front of others to humiliate a person (53 percent).
14. Stole credit for work done by others (plagiarism) (47 percent).
15. Abused the evaluation process by lying about the person's performance (46 percent).
16. Declared target "insubordinate" for failing to follow arbitrary commands (46 percent).
17. Used confidential information about a person to humiliate privately or publicly (45 percent).
18. Retaliated against the person after a complaint was filed (45 percent).
19. Made verbal put-downs/insults based on gender, race, accent, age or language, disability (44 percent).
20. Assigned undesirable work as punishment (44 percent).
21. Created unrealistic demands (workload, deadlines, duties) for person singled out (44 percent).
22. Launched a baseless campaign to oust the person; effort not stopped by the employer (43 percent).
23. Encouraged the person to quit or transfer rather than to face more mistreatment (43 percent).
24. Sabotaged the person's contribution to a team goal and reward (41 percent).
25. Ensured failure of person's project by not performing required tasks, such as sign-offs, taking calls, working with collaborators (40 percent)

 How to deal with workplace bullying

The following measures may be helpful: ^[35]

• Tell your manager the effect their behavior is having on you.
• Speak to colleagues to see if they are experiencing the same thing.
• Keep a log of all bullying instances.
• Write a memo if you feel you cannot confront the bully.
• Keep copies of anything referring to your inability to do your job.
• Try to avoid being alone with the bully and try to get witnesses to incidents.
• Try making a collective complaint with colleagues.
• Check any new responsibilities you are given with a copy of your job description.
• If nothing changes, report the problem to HR.

 - wikipedia

Runaway

I was feeling sad
Can't help looking back
Highways flew by
Run, run, run away
No sense of time
Want you to stay
Want keep you inside

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Like you to stay
Want you to be my prize

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Like you to stay
Want you to be my prize

I was feeling sad
Can't help looking back
Highways flew by
Run, run, run away
No sense of time
Like you to stay
Want keep you inside

All along, not so strong
Without these open arms
Hold on tight
All along, not that strong
Without these open arms
Lie beside
All along, not so strong
Without these open arms
Ride beside

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Like you to stay
Want you to be my prize

Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Like you to stay
Want you to be my prize