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3 / 5 / 2012 @ 01:07
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the-sputnik-complex: thegoblet-of-fire: RIGHT IN THE CHILDHOOD I WAS NOT READY FOR THAT. 

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3 / 5 / 2012 @ 01:05
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liver-alone: ladysouth: As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival) A sweet lesson on patience. A NYC Taxi driver wrote:I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboardbox filled with photos and glassware.‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drivethrough downtown?’‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.They must have been expecting her.I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.‘Nothing,’ I said‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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3 / 5 / 2012 @ 01:00
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3 / 5 / 2012 @ 00:31
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3 / 5 / 2012 @ 00:27
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3 / 5 / 2012 @ 00:25
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you know this song.

every word.

every syllable. 

every letter.

every accent.

every punctuation.

every pause.

every beat.

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3 / 5 / 2012 @ 00:25
i cannot wait to get a new computer. i miss tumbling so bad. :’c

&&&&my oldass iphone always kicks me out of the tumblr app so i get depressed.



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25 / 4 / 2012 @ 01:09
‘knock once for the Father, twice for the Son, three times for the Holy Ghost’

tonight God did some amazing things in my life. He took a bible study with broken girls and the tiny subject of homosexuality and made it an entire lesson on salvation. and i stood up for one of my best friends when others were crouching to attack her. i just can’t. it was too amazing. Jesus was there taking care of us.



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24 / 4 / 2012 @ 00:51
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24 / 4 / 2012 @ 00:49
i still don’t have a computer. long story short, some poop weiner broke in and took my gerard.

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12 / 2 / 2012 @ 15:59
my computer is gone and has been since last thursday. hopefully i will get a new one.

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30 / 1 / 2012 @ 23:30
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-hewastheirfriend: always-amarauder: thehalfbloodgranger: not-so-chosen-one: breathsoftruth: #lol can we deal with ron and harry’s what’s up bro faces? #while hermione goes on and panics Oh lawd. I only just noticed their faces. Harry’s like, “Control your woman.” And Ron’s like, “Lol now you see what I deal with every day.”

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30 / 1 / 2012 @ 23:22
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30 / 1 / 2012 @ 21:12
Anonymous asked:
hi. i'm what you would call an old friend. apparently you haven't been on here in a while, BUT i would love to catch up. preferably some time before graduation. if you're interested, i'll come off anon and reveal my oh so mysterious identity.

okay, anon. who are you?




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25 / 1 / 2012 @ 16:56
(source: beautiful-girlsallovertheworld)

beautiful-girlsallovertheworld: My little sister means the world to me. She forces me to sit down whilst she paints my nails with her favorite colors, pink and purple. She asks me to sit outside and have a picnic with her. She watches me reblog on here and talk to my girlfriend most days, she asked me today to post a gif of us both so I did. She’s possibly the most bossy, annoying, noisy little sister you could have, but she’s amazing, in so many ways and beautiful, she’s almost 4 years old now, and is fighting leukemia. She’s becoming weak, so weak she is unable to go outside and have a picnic, or even paint nails. She’s still smiling though and laughing, like any other 3 year old. She’s going into hospital next week for treatment, if you could all pray for her, it would mean a lot to me, her and my family. She’s the best little sister you could really ask for.