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Chat reblogged from ZAVOCADO: The Blog on Fire! with 97,277 notes
What's wrong with our society.
- Kim Kardashian: I'd like to marry this dude and spend $10 million dollars on a publicity wedding please oh and then 72 days later I'd like a divorce
- America: Well sure why not?
- Britney Spears: I want to get hitched in a chapel in Vegas and have the marriage annulled fifty-five hours later because I didn't know what the hell I was doing
- America: Whatever you want!
- Carmen Electra: I want to get married in Vegas to this basketball player and then annul the marriage nine days later cuz we were both drunk lololololololololol
- America: Okay, sounds like fun!
- Gay couple: We would like to get married and spend our lives together and possibly adopt unwanted children to give them a good home and -
- America: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU IDIOTS THAT IS DISGUSTING AND WRONG YOU DEFILE THE SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE SO GTFO
Source: monpetitchouchou
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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 cardboard
box 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 drive
through 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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Photo reblogged from Dream the impossible. with 16 notes
Purple Sky.
I took a break from running and saw a purple-dyed sky. I ran for my camera while Greyson Chance’s Purple Sky started playing in my head.
Note: I need to practice speed-tweaking the settings.
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Video reblogged from i spy a liar with 9 notes
Okay not a fan of Greyson’s but after looking at this……………………………………………. wow.
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Video reblogged from i spy a liar with 9 notes
Okay not a fan of Greyson’s but after looking at this……………………………………………. wow.
Source: diannaagron-s
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Forever Young ♥: He sings. He can dance. He plays Piano. He can also play Guitar. He... →
He sings. He can dance. He plays Piano. He can also play Guitar. He plays soccer. He plays table tennis. He plays drums. He plays billiard. He drinks Starbucks Vanilla Latte. He says Too Many Mixed Berries. He loves his fans. He is inspired by Lady Gaga. He wants to collaborate with Taylor Swift….
Source: iamgreysonsgirl
Photoset reblogged from the north remembers with 60,732 notes
Vaguely threatening letters from children.
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A Day in The Office.
i know i’ve been putting this off.
i started working since the 27th of March and has to until the first of June.
i ‘ve been looking forward to working here since i didn’t have much to do during summers and there’s a rule in my house tha goes, “get bored, get chored.” so i’d rather work. at least i get paid. or so i thought.
anyway, here’s a description of a usual day at the office. this happened yesterday, (April tenth):
so i come to the office a little after seven, i timed in and went up to the second floor of the building where the marketing department is. i fell asleep on the table since nobody else is there yet (the office comes alive a little after 8AM) then my co-GIPs started arriving and we went to the conference room to boot up the computers. turns out 3 of the nine computers are broken so we had to do with six. (there’s five of us) and then clients started arriving.
i might first have to describe what we do. the client comes with a data form and we help then encode it. most people who comes here are those that do not know how to use computers. but that doesn’t mean they don’t know how to read.most people oversee that the questionnaire asks of the mother’s maiden name and when you point it out to them they say, “ayan na nga ho iyon. iyan nga pangalan ng nanay ko” (that’s it that’s my mother’s name.) and i go, “sir,mother’s maiden name. MAIDEN.” and then he gives me this confused look so i go. “anyway… yung middle name niyo po apelido ng nanay niyo di ba? ano po middle name ng nanay niyo?” and then it finally dawns on them and they go, “ahhhhh” in my mind i’m like, “FYOU” but we need to be “courteous, polite workers. this is a government organization” as my boss always says.
repeat everything about 5o times and that how my everyday goes. i know its undescriptive but im so lazy. sorry.
Photo reblogged from I Love Charts with 1,016 notes
my life
I’m not sure why it cycles at the end, but I feel you on the rest of this.
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Post reblogged from Nothing Lasts Forever with 120 notes
To all those kids that say they hate their parents, fuck you. Be grateful that you have parents, because some kids only have one, or none at all.
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