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It doesn’t matter if you don’t like superheroes but if you like good stories and can appreciate talented artists, this is an amazing story.
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I honestly have the cutest girlfriends.
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My very own Clark Kent 😍 @datsbastos (Taken with instagram)
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Coordinating nails @zharitamay (Taken with instagram)
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Random. I just like the blue in this shot and my ever growing hair :)
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My love for cool notebooks + my love for skies = one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received. I’ve had it for so long and never wrote anything in it because I’d just look at the photos. But I figure, this would be a great book to write my bucket list in and keep track of all the places I’ve seen. One day I’d like to make a book of all the skies from different countries. Thailand’s next on the list 😉 #bucketlist #personal #travel #write #landscape (Taken with instagram)
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Yesterday I caught up with an old friend I’ve had a lot of history with - both good and bad.
He briefly told me his story of how he chose to finally go into ministry which was interesting and brief lol. We then just started talking like we used to.
All these trips, girlfriends falling in love, making career choices, talking to new friends and old friends - they’re all so eye opening.
You know that feeling you get when you see something good happens to a good person? It’s kinda like that feeling when you see everything falling into place for the people you love and have grown up with.
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Last days in Beijing.
Ah please be nice and warm when I get back to Can-na-da.
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China has been a great experience. I wish I had enough money to continue traveling - you learn so much.
It actually makes me want to travel my own country. Living in Canada for majority of my life and I don’t even know what to recommend for other foreigners.
I’d love to travel Canada. I’m sure it is also a beautiful place.
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The possibilities so infinite it had to be comical: I have to admit: my girls in love, or in the process of falling in...
I have to admit: my girls in love, or in the process of falling in love, is odd and wonderful all at once.
It’s odd because it’s hard to believe we’re at the age where love is real—where expectations, life goals, dreams, beliefs, careers, etc. are all factors for love. I remember our sleepovers,…
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The exact feeling I have for 2012.
(Source: pictureperfectbodywerkit, via the-absolute-best-posts)
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This is so corny so don’t read it if your stomach ain’t up for it :P
Last night was the first time I Skyped with him since my very first day in Cali.
I know it hasn’t really been that long since seeing him but my heart was beating like it hasn’t since the first day in Cali. The excitement, the happiness, the passion, the gigl lol.
I love meeting new people. I love this experience. I love traveling. But my heart, I guess it truly beats for you.
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Made by aestheticaspirations.
Submitted by thetimelessfilms
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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.(Source: mishalmoorebloggyblog)
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I’m so used to the gentlemen in my life.
When a guy treats me any less than I’m used to, it makes me appreciate the important men in my life even more. I hope that doesn’t come out wrong, but it’s just another thing I’ve learned from being around different people.
