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tharealsydshady:

bakrua:

bewbin:

Why do people drink alcohol it tastes disgusting

you don’t drink it for the taste. u drink shit like apple juice for the taste. you drink alcohol to get rid of the bad taste that every awful person in your life has left

Oh my
God

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Reblogged from retaker
v-o-o-d-o-o—c-h-i-l-d:

euphfleure:

co-rals:

polymer:



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 .’

STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS

wow

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feels

okay ima be that dick and point out that this story was in those godamn terrifying book “scary stories to tell in the dark” 
but in the story, the guy killed his roommate in his sleep to take the bed with the window
then it turned out to be a brick wall

v-o-o-d-o-o—c-h-i-l-d:

euphfleure:

co-rals:

polymer:


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 .’

STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS

wow

Favourite story

feels

okay ima be that dick and point out that this story was in those godamn terrifying book “scary stories to tell in the dark” 

but in the story, the guy killed his roommate in his sleep to take the bed with the window

then it turned out to be a brick wall

(Source: retaker)

Reblogged from strengthofyourhearts

strengthofyourhearts:

fangirl challenge 2.0 » [13/?] romantic ships

Ed/Winry (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

(via edwardo-elric)

Reblogged from prongs-and-padfoot

Harry Potter Headcanons That Are Now Actually Canon:

prongs-and-padfoot:

  • Harry is an Auror
  • Ron was an Auror, but left to help George run Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes
  • Hermione is head of the DMLE
  • Neville married Hannah Abbott, who is applying for the job of Matron at Hogwarts
  • They’re still friends with Victor Krum
  • Ginny is a journalist 
  • Percy is the head of the Department of Magical Transportation
  • Teddy is rebellious and him and Victoire snog, like, all the time
  • Rita Skeeter is still a huge bitch

(via charmed7293)

Reblogged from asongstress

asongstress:

Remus Lupin’s blue hair-having, rebellious, snogging in dark corners for longer than humanly possible punk child. 

Sirius and James are losing their shit in the afterlife. 

(via charmed7293)

Reblogged from mootiness
Reblogged from fivetail
thats-captain-jackharkness:

rachellgmh:

I love that these ladies basically sent these dudes howlers.

RON BILIUS WEASLEY HOW DARE YOU TOUCH THAT ARSE

thats-captain-jackharkness:

rachellgmh:

I love that these ladies basically sent these dudes howlers.

RON BILIUS WEASLEY HOW DARE YOU TOUCH THAT ARSE

(Source: fivetail, via charmed7293)

Reblogged from burdge

burdge:

*makes lame joke about old school anime*

Reblogged from erchomaih

sithhappen:

You’re angry. That’s good, we can use angry. But you’ve missed some key pieces of evidence. I’m not here to stop you. I’m just here to make sure we do this right

(via edwardo-elric)

Reblogged from spiderwater

spiderwater:

Pizza Planet Truck

(via charmed7293)

Reblogged from kyuketsuki-no-yume

(Source: kyuketsuki-no-yume, via viria)