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Mon, 20 May 2013 12:56:12 +0200

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Mon, 20 May 2013 12:17:51 +0200

charlavail: I gave my mom artistic freedom with my hair.

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:32:56 +0200

charlavail:

I gave my mom artistic freedom with my hair.

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Sun, 19 May 2013 11:00:42 +0200

Sun, 19 May 2013 10:58:00 +0200

Jennifer on the red carpet

Sun, 19 May 2013 10:52:42 +0200

Jennifer on the red carpet

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Sun, 19 May 2013 10:32:10 +0200

They were pretty good last night. I don’t care, if people...

Sun, 19 May 2013 10:31:45 +0200

They were pretty good last night. I don’t care, if people say Oli Sykes can’t scream or sing, because I’m not a fan of him either, but they always put on a great live show and I really like the new album. And I’m glad that I probably took the last opportunity to see Your Demise.

disimba: Give me a nice river/lake , a kayak, an axe, no cars,...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:27:32 +0200

disimba:

Give me a nice river/lake , a kayak, an axe, no cars, no cellphones, peace, quiet, a companion, mother nature and I’m content.

"Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by nature."

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:27:28 +0200

“Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by nature.”

- George Harrison (via eirelane)

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Sat, 18 May 2013 13:16:52 +0200

One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:16:42 +0200

One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s Secret Service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you?” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”

I hope it’s true :)

netflixandqueers: justatemporarystay: whitecrowhuntress: ladyo...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:12:48 +0200

netflixandqueers:

justatemporarystay:

whitecrowhuntress:

ladyoftheweald:

xsleepyeyesx:

ashleymater:

Tippi Benjamine Okanti Degré, daughter of French wildlife photographers Alain Degré and Sylvie Robert, was born in Namibia. During her childhood she befriended many wild animals, including a 28-year old elephant called Abu and a leopard nicknamed J&B. She was embraced by the Bushmen and the Himba tribespeople of the Kalahari, who taught her how to survive on roots and berries, as well as how to speak their language.

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How I wish I grew up.

I second this. Also, wasn’t going to reblog at first, but then I saw that frog and I about died. This is so perfect. I want to re-do my childhood.

She’s so cute, too.

ugh this is a dream come trueeee!

bamf

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Sat, 18 May 2013 13:10:07 +0200

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Sat, 18 May 2013 13:04:14 +0200

sidewinder630: [Jason | letlive.]

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:10:51 +0200

sidewinder630:

[Jason | letlive.]

magicalnaturetour: Baby alligator enjoys back scratches

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:10:41 +0200

magicalnaturetour:

Baby alligator enjoys back scratches

littledallilasbookshelf: Bookshop - Livraria Da Vila, Sao...

Sat, 18 May 2013 01:02:42 +0200

littledallilasbookshelf:

Bookshop - Livraria Da Vila, Sao Paulo, Brazil

Truly a Heaven

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Sat, 18 May 2013 01:02:26 +0200

crystallized-teardrops: zerenitea: It will take just 37...

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:50:58 +0200

crystallized-teardrops:

zerenitea:

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