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browngurr

Me gustaria decirte cúanto dolió.

(via psicologa-loca)

crimesagainsthughsmanatees

You were the love of my life; the darkness the light. This is a portrait of a torture: you and I

30 Seconds to Mars

#30 seconds to mars #up in the air #love #past

forthehungryboy

“Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass.”

Juno (2007) dir. Jason Reitman

nickelbackthatassup

my advice to young girls

all boys are stupid. every. single. one. so stay cute and pay attention in class bc all u need is that diploma and those degrees

ielmo

Who needs boys anyway?

mudwerks

thefrogman

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ielmo

¿Por qué dejamos que se extingan?

gifbro

thefrogman

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la-luna-es-mia

Si quiero la luna, la bajo yo misma.

emojis

Visit Original Link

Paramore - Now (Extended Version)

coco-maitai

Conocerte fue un disparo al corazón.

open-mind-calm-soul-deactivated

Y no uno bueno…

ielmo

Y no fuiste tu quién tiró del gatillo

It is so hard to leave until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

You did a terrible thing, but doesn’t mean you are a terrible person

Doctor Bayley

#greys anatomy #Miranda Bayley #obsessed

coolchicksfromhistory

Members of the 6888th Central Postal Directory Battalion take part in a parade ceremony in honor of Joan d’Arc at the marketplace where she was burned at the stake (Rouen, France).

May 27, 1945

The 6888th Postal Battalion was an all female, all black unit responsible for sorting every piece of mail sent to US troops in the European theater. Letters from home were vital to maintaining morale, yet when the 6888th first arrived in Europe, letters were stacked to the ceiling of their temporary post office. Some letters had been in storage for as long as two years. Sorting the 90 billion pieces of mail sent to American troops in Europe required the women to keep track of the location of every US solider in Europe, including all 7,500 Robert Smiths. Some mail was merely addressed to “Junior” or “Buster.” Yet thanks to their round the clock sorting, 65,000 letters went out three times a day to soldiers throughout Europe.

The women served in Birmingham (UK), Rouen (France), and Paris before being sent home at the end of the war. Like many female units, their work was not honored with any fanfare at the time. In 2009 the 1,000 women who served in the 6888th Postal Battalion were finally honored by the US Army at the Women’s Memorial at Arlington National Cemetery.

theburiedlife

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’ The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed.. ‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff. ‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn. Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand. One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.