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rawrxja:

"I saw this elderly gentleman dining by himself, with an old picture of a lady in front of him. I though maybe I could brighten his day by talking to him. As I had assumed, she was his wife. But I didn’t expect such an interesting story. They met when they were both 17. They dated briefly, then lost contact when he went to war and her family moved. But he said he thought about her the entire war. After his return, he decided to look for her. He searched for her for 10 years and never dated anyone. People told him he was crazy, to which he replied “I am. Crazy in love”. On a trip to California, he went to a barber shop. He told the barber how he had been searching for a girl for ten years. The barber went to his phone and called his daughter in. It was her! She had also been searching for him and never dated either. He proposed immediately and they were married for 55 years before her death 5 years ago. He still celebrates her birthday and their anniversary. He takes her picture with him everywhere and kisses her goodnight. Some inspiring things he said;"I was a very rich man. Not with money, but with love""I never had a single argument with my wife, but we had lots of debates""People are like candles. At any moment a breeze can blow it out, so enjoy the light while you have it.""Tell your wife that you love her everyday. And be sure to ask her, have I told you that I love you lately?"Be sure to talk to the elderly. Especially strangers. You may think that you will brighten their day, but you may be surprised that they can actually brighten yours.”
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rawrxja:

"I saw this elderly gentleman dining by himself, with an old picture of a lady in front of him. I though maybe I could brighten his day by talking to him. 

As I had assumed, she was his wife. But I didn’t expect such an interesting story. They met when they were both 17. They dated briefly, then lost contact when he went to war and her family moved. But he said he thought about her the entire war. After his return, he decided to look for her. He searched for her for 10 years and never dated anyone. People told him he was crazy, to which he replied “I am. Crazy in love”. On a trip to California, he went to a barber shop. He told the barber how he had been searching for a girl for ten years. The barber went to his phone and called his daughter in. It was her! She had also been searching for him and never dated either. 

He proposed immediately and they were married for 55 years before her death 5 years ago. He still celebrates her birthday and their anniversary. He takes her picture with him everywhere and kisses her goodnight. 

Some inspiring things he said;

"I was a very rich man. Not with money, but with love"

"I never had a single argument with my wife, but we had lots of debates"

"People are like candles. At any moment a breeze can blow it out, so enjoy the light while you have it."

"Tell your wife that you love her everyday. And be sure to ask her, have I told you that I love you lately?"

Be sure to talk to the elderly. Especially strangers. You may think that you will brighten their day, but you may be surprised that they can actually brighten yours.”

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risarodil:

I’m currently trying to organize my lettering posters into neatly labeled folders and when I get to ‘Nerdfighteria’, let’s just say I am a little bit surprised/amused that it has already been this many.

(via fix-everything-four-me)

Noah, I’m scared that I’m dying
again.
How have you been? Or where
have you been?

There are weird spots on my tongue
and I’m convinced it’s cancer.
I haven’t thrown up in two days
but I also haven’t really eaten.
I’ll count it as a victory.

Noah, I’ve got that pain in my chest
that feels like a heart attack,
but you’re not here to keep me calm.
You weren’t last time, either, but
I can’t go to the hospital
by myself, again.
The way they look at me
makes me feel worse.

Noah, it’s just anxiety. I’m not
dying, but my throat hurts and
I can’t stop coughing.
I’m not dying. I’m not.

Noah, what’s your last name again?
I want to send you a postcard
from Jersey, just so you know
how good you’ve got it. Wherever
you are.

If I take a deep breath, I can
hear the wheezing in my chest.
I’m not dying, but I must be if
I’m so afraid that I am.

Noah, will you come melt
my bones and take me to the
doctor?

If they tell me I’m making all
of this up, I’ll rip my hair out.
I’ll kiss them.

Caitlyn Siehl, Noah (via alonesomes)

(via alonesomes)

“/ Your eyes will be fireflies. Boys will want to catch them
(you) & keep your flickering body in a jar until the light goes out.
I’ll resurrect electricity when I find you on the porch.

// Your father might leave. Your mother might teach you the wrong
words for this. Everyone will be scared of the ending world
but I will build a new one & promise not to turn to ash,
to call love everything except
apocalypse.

For awhile, all our mothers must burn.

/// You might kiss girls. You might not be
a girl at all. Your body might be at war
with your heart. You’ll take up arms, but find
a peace treaty. I’ll bandage the wounds
& feed the troops & swear not to make jokes
about my own body being Switzerland.

I won’t make any jokes at all. I’ll practice
my pronouns.

//// If you meet the ugly of the world,
kill it with kindness & refuse to turn
your saliva to vinegar.

///// Our family has strong arms, but if the bridge collapses
& the current sweeps you under,
remember that I can dive.

Our lungs are even stronger.

////// There are monsters under the bed, but
they are only our own. We make them when we
refuse to love ourselves.

/////// This life is about learning
everything we can learn & trying
our best not to hurt anyone. Do not
sharpen your knowledge into a knife.
You’ll only cut yourself.

I’ll stop the bleeding if you do.

//////// You’ll see my own scars & this is where
you’ll remember

all mothers must burn, that everything
in life sets itself on fire.

The forest will fall to the ground
but grow again—more wild.

The burns are saying that everything here
survived to show you how.

Moriah Pearson, to my future child
(via mooneyedandglowing)

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cooasswhiteboiii47:

thekingofhorror:

robemmy:

Hypocrisy

So fucking powerful.

can’t get over this

(via kaeandlucy)

beesmygod:

What a weird piano.

beesmygod:

What a weird piano.

(Source: cute-overload, via kartrashyian)

daftlypunk:

i hit my coworkers shoulder lightly and he was like “you’re going to make me cry like a girl” and i was like “what’s wrong with being a girl?” and he was quiet for a moment then he looked into the distance and whispered “the social standards they’re forced to live by”

(via backshelfpoet)

I want to be able to tell you
that when we read Hamlet in class,
my teacher leaned back against the blackboard
and pushed his hands into his khaki pockets
and said he loved the way Ophelia died.
He said he loved how beautiful it was,
all that pale, all that lifeless, all that
you take my breath away forever, baby.
He said it so I could see the pink in his mouth
behind his smile. He had chalk on him
all day after. He had crime scene on him
all day after.

I want you to know that my legs
are so used to being crossed for you
that they forget when it is time to run.
It is why we fall so often. It is why the gravel
loves us most, skins our knees and our palms
and calls it loving, calls it intimate.
You and the gravel have a lot in bloody common.

I want you to know how scared my mama is.
She holds my hands to her sides and says
no boys, okay? No boys because they take.
Take, take, take. No boys because night has
their faces in all the corners, their sneers
painted into the sky. The crickets are actually
their whispers, okay? I want you to know
how fear seems to run in my family but
skip the male genes.

I want you to see how badly my hands
turn unsure when I board my train.
I want you to know that I’ve been reading
the same sentence of my book since
nine stops ago.
I want you to know that I’m not texting anybody,
that the woman next to me
is not my friend, but I will lean a little closer
to her anyway.
I want you to know that I have no keys with me,
but I hope my loose change sounds
like sharp to you.

I want you to know how safe is
a language unlearned and
I am second generation lost.
I want you know that I will remember
the colour of your eyes and always forget
the definition of compliment, of romance.
I want to read you a list of all that I want to say
and another of everything I couldn’t.
I want to tell you that
both lists are the same, as I
uncross my legs and fold them back
the other way.

To the Man on the Subway Who Would Not Stop Staring | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

Bill Maher on the criticism he’s received for his views on religion, his film, Religulous, specifically.

(Source: geeksquadgangbang, via kaeandlucy)

gypsywayofliving:

dutchvintagesoul:

"Lunch atop a Skyscraper". Probably one of my favorite photographs ever taken. Probably taken by Charles Clyde Ebbets on September 20th, 1932.

Have to agree with this. <3

gypsywayofliving:

dutchvintagesoul:

"Lunch atop a Skyscraper". Probably one of my favorite photographs ever taken. Probably taken by Charles Clyde Ebbets on September 20th, 1932.

Have to agree with this. <3

(via rustyvoices)

“Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus”

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godshideouscreation:

congalineofdurin:

everybody-calmdown:

congalineofdurin:

had to shut a bitch down today

And that’s how public shootings and school shootings and shit like that happen. I’m not saying that this dude is not creepy as fuck, but this is not the way to handle this! He didn’t say anything mean (on purpose), and when you shut him down like that how the fuck do you think he’s going to react? He must know he’s somewhat creepy, but when a complete stranger that he adores tells him so vividly how creepy he is, that must wreck his world. I’m just saying I wouldn’t be surprised if he bought a gun (legally, but that’s a different issue) and went in to the store he knows you fucking work at. Just be nice to people fuck.

Alright, you know what? I don’t want to reblog this post. I want this post to die. And I have never once reblogged to reply to someone else’s comment on this post. But this one? This one I’m fucking gonna, because how. dare. you.

Are you seriously one of those slimy, inhuman grease traps of a human being who blame VICTIMS OF SHOOTINGS FOR THE FUCKING SHOOTINGS

Don’t you EVER come at me and try to tell me that I need to be responsible, personally responsible, for the mental satisfaction of the kind of monsters who would do something like that. Don’t you ever tell me I have to let myself be uncomfortable around people who LITERALLY STALK ME and put on a big smile and let them down gently because in your twisted little brain it is MY JOB TO KEEP THEM FROM KILLING PEOPLE

H O W   F U C K I N G   D A R E   Y O U

YOU are the problem. YOU are the kind of person who justifies that kind of senseless violence by saying WELL IF SHE HAD JUST GIVEN HIM A CHANCE

IF SHE HAD JUST FUCKED HIM

IF HE HAD JUST ‘GOTTEN SOME’

HE WOULDN’T HAVE RAPED HER/SHOT THEM/DONE IT

Are you fucking proud of that? Are you proud that that’s the tiny drop you choose to drop into society’s bucket? 

I don’t care if it ‘wrecked his world’ when he was called out on his socially unacceptable, disgusting behavior. I don’t caaaaaaaare

His actions are HIS actions. His actions are HIS fault

the next time I see a tragedy like the elliot rodger shooting on the news, I’m gonna think of all the vile comments from people online that say it all could have been avoided if the people he threatened and menaced would just relinquish their bodies and their comfort and their personal space for him, and I’m gonna  s e e   y o u r   f a c e  and I hope you fucking know it.

Don’t you ever talk to me. I am sick to my stomach over your fucking bullshit.

she fucking told you. all of you. so many rounds of applause. 

(via letdownyourhairzel)

brownglucose:

Listen. Some of these white folks truly do get it. I’m here for y’all. Thank you for being allies. But y’all need to check your fellow white folk and police each other better.

(Source: -teesa-, via kartrashyian)