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I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you. And I mean really fall for you. Not just they...

Wed, 22 May 2013 01:12:55 -0400

I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you. And I mean really fall for you. Not just they want to get in your pants because they think you’re attractive. But be consumed with every little piece of you. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you just exist. To everyone in love: you don’t know how lucky you are.

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Wed, 22 May 2013 00:47:55 -0400

ignorantbread: everyone gave Justin a standing ovation when he...

Wed, 22 May 2013 00:47:28 -0400

ignorantbread:

everyone gave Justin a standing ovation when he won except for that little circle around Selena what a queen

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Tue, 21 May 2013 20:22:13 -0400

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Tue, 21 May 2013 20:22:06 -0400

so-relatable-blog: Most relatable posts here!

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:33:30 -0400

so-relatable-blog:

Most relatable posts here!

“I find my self never wanting anyone to know how I am feeling, but at the exact same time its all I...

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:32:27 -0400

“I find my self never wanting anyone to know how I am feeling, but at the exact same time its all I want them to know. To know I feel like dying half the time or I feel like i’m so hollow inside I could break.”

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Tue, 21 May 2013 17:31:46 -0400

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

Tue, 21 May 2013 17:30:37 -0400

puhcific:

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.

Wow. This made me really happy but also really really sad at the same time.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 17:28:36 -0400

the-absolute-best-gifs: I remember Meg’s story very clearly....

Tue, 21 May 2013 02:02:55 -0400

the-absolute-best-gifs:

I remember Meg’s story very clearly. She was in love with a man before Hercules. When he died, she sold her soul to Hades just to bring the man back to life. Once he was alive again, he left Meg for another woman, even though she gave up her soul for him. Of course this would scar Meg, which was why she couldn’t trust men, especially with her heart. Disney used to be so deep and meaningful, what happened?

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