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Terrified Introvert One Away From Bingo
This video is a perfect demonstration of just how badly elderly people need to be introduced to video games. Like it should be a thing in facilities and assisted living, it's like a no brainer, and could enrich these people's live SO MUCH!!!
Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."
"Grief is love's souvenir. It's our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price."
– Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior
sometimes I wonder how we all survive and then I look at my best friends and I go “oh, I survive because I don’t want to leave you yet” and it makes sense. life is so hard a lot of the time, but I want one more bowl of pasta with you.
Fifty million dollars. To whoever solves it. To the lucky Usher who figures out who's talking to the Feds. Fifty million cash, no strings, no taxes. Did you just put a… Yes, I'm putting a bounty on you. You, the shit bag, you the informant, you know who you are. It's 50 million. Sleep tight. And to the rest of you…happy hunting.
Louise Glück, from “Mutable Earth”, Poems 1962-2012
i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt