Your lungs are changed forever from your first cigarette.
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Your lungs are changed forever from your first cigarette.
Reflect upon your present blessings -- of which every man has many -- not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
An old photo of a place called Hell’s Cafe in Paris, which has since shut down.
Forever reblogging this.
And the fact that there’s more than one company means several people called makes it even better.
Look at the shear delight on their faces! ❤️
These rare color photos of Paris were taken over 100 years ago.
In 1909, a wealthy French banker named Albert Kahn wanted to document the world using a new color photo process called Autochrome Lumière, so he commissioned 4 photographers to take their cameras all over the world.
One of the cities they documented was Paris.
Starting in 1914, Kahn’s photographers, Leon Gimpel, Stephane Passet, Georges Chevalier and Auguste Leon, documented life in Paris using color filters made from dyed potato starch grains.
They made these color photos over a century ago (with a small amount of color enhancing done on the original shots).
In addition to the many shots of Paris, around 72,000 Autochromes from around the globe were created through Kahn’s project.
Source
It’s amazing and strange how muchmore real and connected it all feels in colour.
They have a photo of the Moulin Rouge… in rouge.
Anežka (Agnes) Kašpárková
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I want to be like her when I grow up.
Reddit user IMAMenlo found a handwritten note on an empty chair at the San Francisco Airport. It didn’t have anything except “read me” written on the outside.
This is what it says:
I recently left an emotionally abusive relationship.
After months of insults I wont repeat, false accusations, lies, delusions, broken mirrors, nightly battles…. I left. I know that I was being poisoned by each day that I stayed. So with a heavy heart, I left my lover of three years, knowing that I had already put it off too long. At first he begged, then he cursed, but eventually he paced his bags and faded out of my life like a bad dream.
For the first few weeks, my body seemed to reject this. For three years I had seen the world through him-colered glasses. I didn’t know who I was without him. Despite the kindness of friends and even strangers. I could not help feeling utterly alone.
But it was this sense of aloneness that set me free. Somewhere along the way, I let go. I released all of the painful memories, the names he had called me, the shards of him buried deep in my brain. I stopped believing the things he had made me think about myself. I began to see how extraordinary, breathtakingly beautiful life is. I meditated, drank too much coffee, talked to strangers, laughed at nothing. I wrote poetry and stopped to smell and photograph every flower. Once I discovered that my happiness depends only on myself, nothing could hurt me anymore.
I have found and continue to find peace. Each day I am closer to it than I was yesterday. I am a work in progress but I am full to the brim with gratitude and joy.
And so, since I have opened a new chapter in my life, I want to peacefully part with the contents of the last chapter. The end of my relationship was the catalyst for a wealth of positive changes in my life. It was a symbol, most importantly, it was an act of self-love. It was a realization that I deserved to be happy and I could choose to be. And so, in an effort to leave behind the things that do not help me grow, I am letting go of a relic from the painful past.
I wore this necklace-a gift from him-every day for over two years. To me, letting it go is a joyous declaration that I am moving forward with strength and grace and deep, lasting peace.
Please accept this gift as a reminder that we all deserve happiness. Whoever you are, and whatever pain you have faced, I hope you find peace.
Namaste, Jamie
I hope this inspired/encouraged anyone going through the same thing to leave.
Another inspiring post
Nadar. The Catacombs of Paris. 1861.
Modern technology is making us anti-social!
It’s almost like people would rather not talk to every random stranger they see in public.
Cracking up at this!
heelies were not intended for everyday use,,,
lies
ha op…. good luck getting places…. how else are you gonna move?
no… y’all don’t Understand. I have worn nothing but heelies every day for the past 3 or 4 years of my life. I go through about one pair of heelies every year because I friggin’ brake on them so much that the soles wear out and the shoes self-destruct. I have my blood and soul for these hipster lax skater shoes and I can’t stop because I’m committed at this point.
this is what my left shoe looks like. This is just used for walking and back up rolling since I’m dominant with my right foot.
THIS fucker is my leading shoe and the one I use to brake. this hunk a junk has like 45 degrees of Pure Heelie Brake Burn. it goes into the shoe itself at this point.
I am hardened every day through my battles of sick slides and rides. I am a war criminal of rolling shoes. I have been the reason some local places put back their “WE BAN HEELIES” signs. I wish these things could support my life style.
I miss my wife
1 second of every episode of always sunny in philadelphia summing up how utterly, utterly fucked up it is. beautiful.
#i feel like i’m watching a million car crashes all at once
de loss
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