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I’ve been thinking about it these days.. I owned you a real goodbye and a honest explanation. I will make it up to you, maybe on your wedding day. I really hope you’re happy with someone who deserves you.
and i’ll always remember those streets. we talk and laugh under the street lights. i love when we do silly things together, so silly that you’ll never do it with other guys. i hope we’ll always be like that, like we’re best friends.
I want to be in an unfamiliar place. On an unfamiliar bus. Or an unfamiliar train. Being unfamiliarly tired from such an unfamiliar day. And rubbing my eyes with my familiar palm while looking around at all the unfamiliar people.
➜ sf, xx: aulacrimosa: sondern. the realization that each random passerby is...
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep…
i’m the person that when there’s only space for 2 people to walk along side on the sidewalk and there’s 3 of us you make me walk in the back
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Television: In the criminal justice system--
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Me: SEXUALLY-BASED DEFENSES ARE CONSIDERED ESPECIALLY HEINOUS. IN NEW YORK CITY, THE DEDICATED DETECTIVES WHO INVESTIGATE THESE VICIOUS FELONIES ARE MEMBERS OF AN ELITE SQUAD KNOWN AS THE SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT. THESE ARE THEIR STORIES. DUN DUN
The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem: She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by. Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
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5 OneRepublic songs in one performance.
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*lying in bed*
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Me: Tomorrow I'm going to start exercising, yeah, and I'll get fit. I'm gonna cut all the chocolate and junk food out of my diet too, and just eat healthy. And I'm going to start going to bed earlier, and not waiting until the last minute to do assignments. Then I'll have less stress. And I'm going to start going over my schoolwork every night so studying isn't so hard when exams come. And I'll take care of my skin and hair, and be kinder to everyone. And I'll be more confident. I'll just be a better person, yeah.
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*in the morning*
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Me: ah fuck it.
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My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She’s struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world.
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