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The world is a book. Those who do not travel only read one page.

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There is a certain happiness in being silly and ridiculous.

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That man you see there, he is a 92 year old veteran from Norway, who was tortured by the nazis during world war II. The upper picture is the picture of the “BOY London” logo, that’s so popular now days. Then, on the picture under, is a known symbol that were used under by the nazis in World War II. Now you can all think of what you’re really wearing.

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finally someone made a post about it, everyone’s running around with the Third Reich Eagle on their chests

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think about it

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SOMEONE FINALLY DID IT

MAKE THIS TOUCH EVERY CORNER OF THE INTERNET

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This is a poem I wrote today, enjoy and tell me how you think. :)

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I have never taken the time to stop and think about how I am feeling. My emotions have become so numb and so fake that a question, “how are you?” that can be so easily answered “I am well”, yet I don’t even take a second to think if that is the slightest truth. My replies are so scripted you would think I had read them off of a paper. I say the same things almost every time. I want to ask people why they bother when they already know the answer.

To take the spotlight off of my mechanical replies I ask, “how are you?” Knowing they only asked me to brag about how perfect their day is going, I still listen with interest not breaking eye contact to show how little or how much I care. I find myself trailing off almost seeing right through them still listening but imagining myself in their shoes thinking, you don’t know how lucky you are. What is even worse is being asked the same question later in the day by a different person, “How are you?” “I am great, how are you?” This time it would seem that my mood has improved but it is just another line from the imaginary paper I find myself reading from.

This pattern reocurrs every day multiple times, my replies always vague and distorted from the truth even the rest of my day I find it hard to reach reality. I have slightly come to terms with my emotions in the way people come to terms with their enemies. With enemies, you can always forgive them and make yourself believe what they did won’t bother you anymore, with emotions you can tell yourself or others how you want to feel but inside you are just the opposite.

It’s called faking it until you make it, when the words you have repeated so effortlessly become apart of you and who you are. To someone else my life is nothing but an unfinished script. Everyone knows all scripts have an ending but before the last sentence, on the very last page in the final monologue, I want you to ask yourself, do you know how lucky you are?

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Milk+chex mix = MORE LOVE

My blog page will forever be boring because I am to poor to buy cool themes.

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Chex mix=LOVE

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LOVE

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When u feel really hot but look terrible in all your selfies

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please watch this OH MY FUCKING GOD

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this seriously is the best

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Watch the video of this PSA

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sexual assault: a problem in 2014 and never before

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This powerful image is from one of the memorials last night for 16-year-old Maren Sanchez.

Maren was stabbed to death in her high school stairwell on the morning of the prom. She was killed for allegedly turning down a young man’s invitation to be her prom date.

Her classmates paid tribute by dressing up, and bringing out the gown she would have worn to the prom. Even though this memorial was a sorrowful and traumatic event, the students smiled through their tears for the camera because… Maren would have wanted them to be happy on their prom night.

I grew up in Milford, CT, and I live about 15 minutes away from Jonathan Law High School. My partner attended JLHS and I have friends with family members who currently attend.

With the Sandy Hook shooting in December 2012, I can’t believe that here we are again, just a year later, with another tragedy in a Connecticut school.

My heart goes out to all of those affected.