------------------------------Here are My Rules on Life------------------------------No Smoking/No Tattoos/No Alcohol/No Pier pressure/No Temptation/No Drugs and be able to look at your Past and Present self and be proud to be who you are
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)
After changing to fit into society, you are eventually going to want your old self back sooner or later
This. This is powerful.
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.’
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 .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too
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is it route or route
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is it either or eitheris it read or read
I hate all of you so much right now
you don’t seem content with this content
This is what terrifies me about the ocean.
about whats deeper than where the sand ends under your feet.
This is beautiful to me.
Am I the only one who find this hilarious or?
he’s like, “bitch, shut up, my fandom is better than yours.”
bitch probably tagged her hate
no 12.9 years old on tumblr
These comments. omfg
We’re so going to hell
is this just my imagination or is her arm super hairy?
OH MY GOD HER FUCKING ARM
ITS ONLY ONE ARM