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no fucking way

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Isthis fucking reallife

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Man this sports Anime has a really good budget

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“HE ASCENDED THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A DEFENSIVE ANGELLL!!!!!1!1!1!1”

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i died when they put him back on the floor and started cheering

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https://www.instagram.com/p/BfjT-6ZlSAE/?

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“دل به دل راه داره There is telepathy between hearts”

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This is an Afghan proverb.

Dil ba dil ra dara.

humansofnewyork

“It happened at 8 pm, Monday, May 12th, 2014. I was driving home with my boyfriend. I noticed a car coming into our lane so I swerved into three trees. I almost died and completely destroyed a vertebra. I slept in a hospital bed for three months. I had to learn to walk again. Even today my back requires a lot of maintenance. It’s like an engine without oil. It grinds. It flares up. I actually just finished getting X-rays because it’s been a bad week. But I take a lot of pride in how independent I’ve become despite the disability. Much more so than before the injury. I finally left Long Island and moved to the city. I’ve taken my health into my own hands, which is huge for me. I have doctor appointments every day this week, but in a good way. I’m being proactive about my health. I can’t do high impact exercises, but I’m weightlifting a lot. And I’m traveling. Next month I’m going to Sri Lanka and India. The sixteen-hour plane ride is going to be brutal, but it’s important for me. I don’t want to have any barriers. A couple years ago I went on a five day trek in Patagonia. It was completely off the grid. Just me, my sister, and my map. My mother was terrified. It was my first major travel since the accident. And there’s no satellite reception, so if you hurt yourself, you’re done. But I was determined. I didn’t want my sister to leave me behind. So I exercised every day for six weeks. I bought some hiking sticks and supportive shoes. I carried 60 lbs of supplies on my back. Each day we hiked eight miles. I brought five pieces of chocolate, one for each day we finished. At night I’d rest my back. The last day was the hardest. We covered sixteen miles and climbed the highest summit. I kept trying to talk myself out of it. I was stopping every 50 feet. I told my sister to keep going, but she stayed with me. And we finally got to the top. It wasn’t very cinematic. There was so much fog you couldn’t see a thing. But it was a huge deal for me. And I got to eat my last piece of chocolate.”

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“Mother of otherness Eat me.”

— Sylvia Plath, from Selected Poems; “Who,”

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“Tantas cosas por decirte, y tan pocas salen de mi boca.Deberías aprender a leer mis ojos cuando te miro.” -Frida Kahlo

“So many things to tell you and so few come out of my mouth. You should learn to read my eyes when I look at you.” -Frida Kahlo.

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Ana Mercedes Hoyos (Colombian, 1942-2014), Palanqueras de noviembre (also known as Bazurto), 1999. Oil on canvas, 120 x 120 cm.

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Tracey Emin

humansofnewyork

“I carried the burden of doing well from very young in life. My father died early, so things were never very stable growing up. I lived in about ten different places. So from an early age, I decided that I was going to change the narrative. I’d use my gifts and talents to create stability for my family. I did well in academics. I took leadership positions in school. And when I was thirteen years old, I set a goal of becoming the President of South Africa. I always felt destined to achieve something great. But most of all, I wanted to be an amazing mother. For the longest time everything was going to plan. But last year I got pregnant. We were both just beginning our careers. We’d only been dating for a few months. So we decided that we’d try again when the time was right, and I ended the pregnancy. That’s when things began to fall apart. The relationship came to an end. I went through a long stretch of unemployment. After a lifetime of accomplishing my goals, everything stopped working. And I just hadn’t prepared myself for the emotional trauma of the abortion. I convinced myself that I’d made the wrong decision. I’d spent my whole life planning to be this amazing mother, but when it finally happened, I couldn’t show up for it. I fell into a dark place. And I’ve been struggling with it ever since. But there’s a verse in Jeremiah that God knows us in the womb. And whether you live for a day, or a month, or if you’re never born at all—every life has a purpose. So maybe there was a purpose for that life. It interrupted me. It interrupted all the achievements and goals and forced me to examine my truth. I’ve accepted that mistakes happen. Curveballs happen. And that’s where deep learning occurs. On the child’s due date, my best friend took me on a spa day, and she told me something that helped. She said: ‘Every mother has an instinct. And you were just doing what was best for your child. Maybe the pregnancy wasn’t ended. It was just delayed until you’re ready.’” (Johannesburg, South Africa)

humansofnewyork

“I hung out in the streets a lot as a child. But when I was seventeen, my parents died in a minibus crash. It forced me to wake up and work for myself. I got my first job as a cleaner. The boss ordered me around for months. But when it was time to pay me, he refused. It left me in a desperate situation. I was hungry. I needed shelter. So I got frustrated. Some of my friends were stealing cars at the time. They had a special key that could open doors. At first I didn’t want to get involved, but they were living the life I wanted. They had nice cars. They could afford to buy drinks. So when they asked me to come along one night, I agreed. I told myself: ‘If I just go along once, I’ll be alright.’ We stole three cars that night. Everyone got away but me. When I saw the police lights in my rearview mirror, I started crying immediately. I knew my life was over. I spent a few years in prison. That’s where I met a social worker named Ms. Palesa. She was near retirement. And when she heard my story, she invited me to come work at her house when I got released. I painted for her. I cleaned. I worked in the garden. Not only did she pay me, but she treated me like her child. She bought me clothes. She encouraged me to learn a trade. Ms. Palesa only lived for a few more years, but she set me on the right path. Every friend that I stole cars with that night is either dead or in jail. But I work every day, and I never committed another crime. ” (Johannesburg, South Africa)