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5 years old & still insists I rock him to sleep. It's the "Love you Taywer, see ya in the mornin" I get from him every Thursday night reminds me how much I love these boys... #rememberthelittlethings #myheartcouldburst #growingupfast

#myheartcouldburst #rememberthelittlethings #growingupfast

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treat the people at the desk with respect. we are following policies set out by our bosses for very good reasons. if you are angry or upset because you are sick or in pain and we are unable to book you an appointment even “just for two minutes to renew [my] prescription*,” tell us that. say “I’m...

t8harsh

Truth

I Can't.

Me: Ok Mr. Patient, so when can we schedule your appointment for? What days of the week and times are good for you?

Mr. Patient: I am pretty open. Just tell me when to be here and I will show up.

Me: Perfect. How about Thursday at 1:00pm?

Mr. Patient: Whoo, that won't work. Do you have anything on Wednesdays around 2:30pm? I am really only available on Wednesdays.

Me: ...................................................................

danascullayy

my life.

ahaha me xD

My life be like..

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (via inasense)