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Working at a restaurant makes me hate the weekends because those are our busy days and really love...

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:00:32 -0400

Working at a restaurant makes me hate the weekends because those are our busy days and really love Mondays because those are my days off…
weird.

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Fri, 17 May 2013 10:09:42 -0400

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Fri, 17 May 2013 10:08:51 -0400

yaygocats: discomplete: “i want to wear shorts because it’s hot but i really hate my legs” an...

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:03:22 -0400

yaygocats:

discomplete:

“i want to wear shorts because it’s hot but i really hate my legs” an autobiography

“I want to wear shorts but i didnt shave” the sequel.

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Wed, 15 May 2013 21:45:31 -0400

xriverxamv: timkarinn: I thought this was going to be...

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:41:31 -0400

xriverxamv:

timkarinn:

I thought this was going to be educational…. it was

south south canada has evolved

aredheltel: LOOL so true !

Tue, 14 May 2013 13:43:15 -0400

aredheltel:

LOOL so true !

mr-1rr3l3v4n7: aunteeblazer: sparkly-candy: Nemo can’t stand...

Mon, 13 May 2013 16:50:00 -0400

mr-1rr3l3v4n7:

aunteeblazer:

sparkly-candy:

Nemo can’t stand your romance

im laughing so hard holy shit omg

he touched that motherfucking boat

psychoticpingouins: 48 years ago a girl said “oh fuck me” to her best friend while walking in the...

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:00:07 -0400

psychoticpingouins:

48 years ago a girl said “oh fuck me” to her best friend while walking in the street, a guy who randomly passed by answered by “let me at least buy you dinner first”. I present to you my grandparents, in love since then and celebrating their 47 years of marriage today.

im-chuck-bass-xoxo: “To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the...

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:53:10 -0400

im-chuck-bass-xoxo:

“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being A Wallflower, but had differences. This poem is also in English curriculum for a lot of high schools. It is a very powerful poem, and although it is very blunt, there is so much more meaning and depth behind each line.

turn-it-up-tune-them-out: artsysauce: sorry I can’t go to school tomorrow I fractured my...

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:48:00 -0400

turn-it-up-tune-them-out:

artsysauce:

sorry I can’t go to school tomorrow I fractured my motivation

Guys I said this to my dad once he laughed so hard he let me stay home

matt-molloy: 186 photos of the sunset merged into one image...

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:45:34 -0400

matt-molloy:

186 photos of the sunset merged into one image using the lighten layer-blending mode in photoshop. I like the pattern in the clouds created from the interval between shots.

hipsterinatardis: Naps are tricky because you either wake up refreshed and relaxed or you have a...

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:45:04 -0400

hipsterinatardis:

Naps are tricky because you either wake up refreshed and relaxed or you have a headache, dry throat, and are unaware of what year you’re in.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 09:40:19 -0400

rubywhiterabbit: calderonbeta: feralcastiel: can you imagine if twitter existed in the 1800s abe...

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:32:42 -0400

rubywhiterabbit:

calderonbeta:

feralcastiel:

can you imagine if twitter existed in the 1800s

abe lincoln tweeting shit like “wow this play sucks just shoot me”

too soon

HE WAS SHOT IN 1865

joichang: riddlemetom: unfollower: I like how sweden just decided one day that gender is fucking...

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:32:04 -0400

joichang:

riddlemetom:

unfollower:

I like how sweden just decided one day that gender is fucking bullshit so they got a gender neutral pronoun and stopped separating boy clothes and girl clothes and have pictures of spiderman pushing a baby stroller in a toy magazine why isn’t every country like sweden

you push that stroller sassy spiderman!

you fight those bad guys girlfriend!

you style that hair lil’ dude!

and in that moment, i swear we all wanted to be fucking swedish.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 09:27:45 -0400

desolve: It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change...

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:11:37 -0400

desolve:

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 .’

The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

rootbeef: gangstamickey: being hot but also feeling like you need something over your legs being...

Sat, 11 May 2013 15:08:06 -0400

rootbeef:

gangstamickey:

being hot but also feeling like you need something over your legs

being hot but also being unable to sleep without a blanket

"I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills..."

Sat, 11 May 2013 09:44:40 -0400

“I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.”

- Elay Neal Moses (via mishproductions)