aw shit get it wednesday
HA! I almost forgot to reblog this today
Every Wednesday from now on.
Its wednesday , get it girl
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a detailed list of people who have a crush on me:
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This is perfect.
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I’m writing an essay about a moment in my childhood that changed my life and I chose my struggle with suicide and my father. It’s all very depressing because I have to write in the moment and think like it’s happening right now. It’s sad because I don’t hate my father anymore and I don’t feel suicidal anymore but this assignment is forcing me to revisit depressing thoughts and emotions.
I better get a good grade.
change the direction of the train if you concentrate
no this is omg what NO
when I focus on the red it comes towards me and when I focus on the white it moves away from me
HOLY SHIT
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It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’I’ve re-blogged this so many times but it is just beautiful.
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why can’t I stop looking at this
That’s really scary omg
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Never seen this before…
He literally shat a brick
holy shit… you can see the plane crashing into the building. you can see it GLIDING almost. this is the best gif/photo i’ve ever seen of 9/11, it’s stunning (in the literal sense)
He literally shat a brick
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The fact that the one guy throws down his bag and goes to save the guy, but then he realizes he’s too late. And if you continue watching him, he like throws his hands up and then turns away. He probably feels disappointed that he couldn’t help, but he tried. I bet he didn’t even know the guy. And that really makes me not lose faith in everyone.
watched this atleast 5 times. too powerful not to reblog.
Everyone else kinda just runs back like the train is boutta explode or somethin.
It’s that fight or flight response
Sat in oar for a bit.
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This one deserves more.
Man: The destroyer of the world
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serendipity
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.
