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Reblogged from Lapping lakes like leary loons
vs. attta girl
Angel pose.
“If we are to reach real peace in this world and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with children; and if they will grow up in their natural innocence, we won’t have to struggle, we won’t have to pass fruitless idle resolutions. But we shall go from love to love and peace to peace, until at last all the corners of the world are covered with that peace and love for which, consciously or unconsciously, the whole world is hungering.”
- Mahatma Gandhi, Young India (19 November 1931, p. 361)
Reblogged from crooked indifference
There is a boy
That I used to know. He had gauges and tattoos, and played in a screamo band in junior high. We would AIM each other all the time. He was rude. He was hilarious. I thought he was the shit. His name was Sam. Sam died two mornings ago, and I can’t really understand the concept of a being no longer existing. I don’t know how it happened, I just know he no longer exists. In a moment perhaps. In an instant. Once here and the next moment no longer. I don’t know what it means, other than I will never see him again. Other than his room is exactly how he left it. That his toothbrush is still where he set it. His clothes are probably half in the closet and half on the floor. There might be clothes in the washer of his that need to go in the dryer. He might have had a color touch up appointment for his tattoos. Sam. Sam is dead. And I don’t know what to think about that. All that is left is prayers for the family and friends. And prayers that everyone else in my life stays safe. Does the simple things: wears their seat belts, goes the speed limit, never drives drunk, avoids heavy drugs, and is pro-active about this little blessing we take for granite every single minute of the day. Goodbye, Samual Orosco.
Reblogged from skinny bitch
Silly indecencies we do to feel good. Forever Young. But do you really want to live forever?
So many years, so many moments, so much heartache and laughter and memories. I know what all of these people are up to now. It’s funny how we perceive things at 17 and how different everything is just three years later.
Nostalgia will be the death of me. That’s okay. Not missed, simply understood. The Big Picture.
I now remember
why I have always loved you so fiercely.
A family were on holiday in Australia for a week and a half when husband, wife and their 15 year old son decided to go scuba diving. The husband is in the navy and has had some scuba experience. His son wanted a picture of his mum and dad in all their gear so he got the under water camera ready to go. When it came to taking the picture the dad realized that the son looked like he was panicking as he took it and gave the ‘OK’ hand sign to see if he was all right.
The son took the picture and swam to the surface and back to the
boat as quick as he could so the mum and dad followed to see if he was
OK. When they got back to him he was scrambling onto the boat and
absolutely panicking. When the parents asked why, he said ‘there
was a shark behind you.’ The dad thought he was joking but the skipper of the boat said it was true but they wouldn’t believe him.As soon as they got back to the hotel they loaded the picture onto the laptop and that was what they saw.
In.sane.
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