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absolvtely:

I wanna be able to cuddle with somebody and watch movies under blankets and eat junk food and tell them I love you without any hesitation

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— 6 months ago with 187546 notes
me waking up:i can't wait to go to sleep tonight
— 6 months ago with 211680 notes
"If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets."
Haruki Murakami (via cavum)

(Source: solsetur, via hesse)

— 6 months ago with 19131 notes
wanderer-in-the-darkness:


candyislove:



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 .’

STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS

ive been waiting for this post all my lifee

Wow

wanderer-in-the-darkness:

candyislove:


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 .’

STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS

ive been waiting for this post all my lifee

Wow

(Source: retaker, via lovelyrose94)

— 7 months ago with 515014 notes
leaf-dog:

ohdarhling:

hazeui:

omg its a gif that changes the number once everyday thats awesome :O

WHAT HOW

but what does it do when it reaches 365? does it reset? what if its a leap year?

leaf-dog:

ohdarhling:

hazeui:

omg its a gif that changes the number once everyday thats awesome :O

WHAT HOW

but what does it do when it reaches 365? does it reset? what if its a leap year?

(Source: itisjustanothergirl, via lovelyrose94)

— 7 months ago with 352252 notes

Disney Divas for Vogue by Hayden Williams

(Source: the-porcelain-princess, via druiid)

— 7 months ago with 160957 notes

Jennifer Morrison 7 Day Meme 
Day 3: JMo & Favorite Photoshoot - Bello Magazine

(via onceuponatime-graphics)

— 7 months ago with 640 notes
reads book:*favourite character dies*
me:maybe if i read this again he won't die this time
— 7 months ago with 132839 notes

avalonwolf:

a-queen-named-kingsley:

minewouldbeyou5712:

backpacksandlemonade:

Wifey material. 

Watch The Bullying Experiment video here

I almost cried when I saw this part.  This is what you do.  You don’t continue on your way because it doesn’t involve you.  

Look at the way she shields the stranger WITH HER OWN BODY.
This is what needs to happen when you see someone being bullied or harassed.

and you can tell she’s scared of him hurting her too but she still protects the other guy

(via dersekingdom)

— 8 months ago with 196927 notes

metal-headz-unite:

ronaldkn0x:

some people on here don’t know what an opinion is

"i don’t like chicken"

is an opinion

"transgenders aren’t real"

"being gay is sinful/wrong"

those are harmful beliefs that cause the death/harassment of queer people on a daily basis

How are transgenders not real? I seriously don’t understand…. do people think they’re like imaginary? Like “the person in front of me does not exist. It must be my imagination.” 

(Source: tachibanamakotos, via godlessgirlsfun)

— 8 months ago with 12553 notes

fishgingers:

i hate crying in front of people so if i have ever cried in front of you, yes it does kinda mean you’re important but mostly it means it was a terrible accident that i will regret forever

(Source: xhoe, via whoillneverbe)

— 8 months ago with 295688 notes