sleepingwithsierra:

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sleepingwithsierra:

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yupp, <3

yupp, <3

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the-womens-diaries:

I saw this last year when I was in Spain. 
It means ‘I love you does not equal I own you’
It’s so amazing to me that there are these ads out on the street in other countries. 

the-womens-diaries:

I saw this last year when I was in Spain. 

It means ‘I love you does not equal I own you’

It’s so amazing to me that there are these ads out on the street in other countries. 

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angela-jade:

kidkarma:

ithinkimafreak:

this.

^^I’m totally seeing this when it comes out

wow

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That awkward moment when everyone else understands it but you:

funniest10k:

but you still act like you did:

because you’ll just Google it later.


 

Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard

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funniest10k:

It was worth watching until the very end.

 OH MY GOD THE END PART


Following this blog may be the greatest thing you have ever done

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poeticcriticism:

gargoyles-killed-my-fish:

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing? By: Josh Nonnenmoc

Wow…

poeticcriticism:

gargoyles-killed-my-fish:

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing? By: Josh Nonnenmoc

Wow…

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syo-kurusu:

herpthederpboywonder:

the-original-kelly-welly:

somewherebeyondthe:

JUST PRESS PLAY.

Anybody who grew up in the 90’s and doesn’t know this song is a deprived child.

This song will haunt me even when i’m dead.


started dancing in my seat.

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FOREVER REBLOG <3

FOREVER REBLOG

THE MEMORIES

FOREVER REBLOG

the notes. the gifs. i love tumblr.

FOREVER REBLOGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I pressed play and was like

My childhood.

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the gifsomg

THIS IS MY TRACK FROM NOW UNTIL FOREVER ! FOREVER REBLOG !


THIS IS WHY I LOVE TUMBLR

HAHAHA SO MANY GIFSSSSSSSSSS

These gifs are WAY too funny not to reblog! I am dyyinnngg.

there should be a rule that whenever this is on your dash you must reblog

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IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN

Reblogging because these gifs are gold.

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i love you <3

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You set my soul alight: everydaygay: Pink Zebra Ninja Shoes wherethesuncomesoutt:...

everydaygay:

Pink Zebra Ninja Shoes

wherethesuncomesoutt:

innatelymagical:

Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.

She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes too.”

Sam went to preschool and got several compliments on his new shoes. Not one kid said anything negative toward him about it.

However, my mom received about 20 comments on the photo from various family members saying how “wrong” it is and how “things like this will affect him socially” and, put most eloquently by my great aunt, “that shit will turn him gay.”

My mom then deleted the photo and told Sam that he can wear whatever he wants to preschool, that it’s his decision. If he wants to wear pink shoes, he can wear pink shoes.

Sam then explained to her that he didn’t like them because they were pink, he liked them because they were “made out of zebras” and zebras are his favorite animal :)

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