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3000. That’s crazy.

I’ve been fighting with one arm tied behind my back, but what happens when I’m finally set free?

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On December 31, 2014, a taxicab traveled through San Francisco, from Chinatown to Marin. The car carried a single passenger: a woman, her birth name Adaline Bowman, current alias Jennifer Larson. This is the first and last chapter of her story.

the age of adaline (2015)

garden-granny

some of y’all never close your eyes in the sun and allow it to envelop you in feelings of peace and contentment and it shows

wulfhalls

long may she reign

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~ Toni Morrison

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favorite character meme → [1] character: meredith grey

Look at me, I practically grew up here. And you’re right, it’s hurt me. In ways I’ll probably never get over. I have a lot of memories of people. People I’ve lost forever. But I have a lot of other memories too. This is the place where I fell in love, the place where I found my family. This is where I learned to be a doctor. Where I learned how to take responsibility for someone else’s life, and it’s the place I met you. So I figure this place has given me as much as it’s taken from me. I’ve lived here as much as I’ve survived here, it just depends on how I look at it.

scarletwitch

Well, get me out of this one. I can’t. Get me out! I can’t. What?

humansofnewyork

“My husband had a sudden heart attack a few months ago. It was just a few blocks from here. They called me in to identify his body and then just let me walk right out onto 7th Avenue. I felt so lost. My friends were wonderful and supportive but eventually everyone moves on with their lives. I don’t have children. And I’m not a workaholic. So I was left with this intense loneliness and void. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. Then one day I started researching dogs that are good for grief and depression. And ‘poodle’ kept popping up. But when I went to the rescue fair, all the poodles were gone. There was this one old dog in the back that nobody was looking at. She was skin and bones. She was trembling and scared and mucus was running out of her eyes. She seemed so fragile. She reminded me of myself. I named her Grace because I think my husband sent her to me. She’s my first dog. She’s been pure joy. We spend all our time together. She’s gained her weight back. She comes with me to therapy. We’re getting better together.”

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Sometimes you don’t see that the best thing that’s ever happened to you is sitting there, right under your nose. But that’s fine too, it really is. Because I’ve realized that no matter where you are, or what you’re doing, or who you’re with, I will always, honestly, truly, completely, love you.

Love, Rosie (2014)

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hey sorry for not replying i didnt want to

just-shower-thoughts

Depression and Anxiety is like radiation. There’s always a little bit of it in the background but not enough to kill you. Then once in a while you get a free trip to Chernobyl.