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iamshakka: Tribe Kids who didn't fit in a particular category,...
Tribe
Kids who didn't fit in a particular category, but who just were. Not the 'nerds', or 'hipsters', or 'jocks', or sportsmen. The ones who liked a bit of everything. Eventually they formed their own tribe. This EP is an indirect homage to those guys."
July 5th - Yes please family.
daisycraze: if i was famous i would just knock on peoples doors and be like hello yes its me
if i was famous i would just knock on peoples doors and be like hello yes its me
mon-tage-gh: Polaroids are back
Polaroids are back
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8yearoldslut: me arriving at the gates of hell Work!
me arriving at the gates of hell
Work!
mcfreshcreates: Never Forget The Henny - McFreshCreates
Never Forget The Henny - McFreshCreates
crystallized-teardrops: zerenitea: It will take just 37...
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.
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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The original character descriptions of Friends
The original character descriptions of Friends
blackfashion: Hat: Lids, Shirt: INYNE.storenvy.com , Pants:...
Hat: Lids, Shirt: INYNE.storenvy.com , Pants: Zaras, Sneakers: Jordan Spizike
KV, 18, Brooklyn, NY
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weheartkanye: oh my god lol
oh my god lol
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profashionall: never forget
never forget
Quote of the Day, from Mr. Rogers
"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping."
hellyeahrihannafenty: beyoncespenis: that rihanna reign just...
that rihanna reign just wont let up #queen
When will ur fave?
iamthekj: I will always reblog this.
I will always reblog this.
baddie-beyonce: LOLOOOOOOLLLLLLL LMFAO!!
LOLOOOOOOLLLLLLL
LMFAO!!
unknowneditors: Introducing Word Animals! These typographical...
Introducing Word Animals!
These typographical designs spell out the names of the animals that they're constructing.
gq: Don't Be An Instabragger OK, so you're having a great time....
gq:
Don't Be An Instabragger
OK, so you're having a great time. Or some great food. Or you're on a great beach, showing off your impossibly great tuchus that looks like some sort of prank involving beach balls (cough, Rhianna). And you post a picture of it. Not the most attractive human quality to display, but there's no logic in admonishing the bragging braggarts of Instagram, because everyone on Instagram is a bragging braggart from the moment they thumb "Join." It's kinda the point. You don't get eleventy billion "likes" by sharing kool-aid-filtered snapshots of your Grandma's toenails.
But over the last few months, we've noticed an insidious brag form make its way onto Instagram. Basically: the Humblebrag, in visual form. Instead of outright boasting, the self-promotion is sneakily tucked into the mise-en-scene of this shot. Example? Girls' creator Lena Dunham recently posted a 'gram of a new mattress pad on the floor of her bedroom, which also happened to include Dunham herself lounging sexily on the bed in the background. Or take The Heat's Dwayne Wade, who posted a pic of the toy car he bought his son, conveniently parked next to his gagillion dollar human-sized vehicle.
I must shamefully admit to Instabragging myself a couple months ago when I uploaded a shot of the cocktail I was drinking that featured my acoustic guitar subtly perched in the background. A friend called me out on it in the comments. Because friends don't let friends Instabrag. And a secondary lesson? Beverages really aren't worth bragging about. —LAUREN BANS
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