Just like my childhood
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cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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todays bird

izzy's playlists!
occasionally subtle
Today's Document
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Claire Keane
trying on a metaphor
Peter Solarz
hello vonnie

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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@yerlifeguard
Just like my childhood
Flight
Exactly
Jay Rosenblum (American, 1933-1989), Untitled, 1970. Acrylic on canvas, 81.3 x 81.3 cm.
I love this! I don’t know,if it’s the simplicity or the colors, or what, but I totally dig it!
Waylon & Buddy
Always repost Buddy Holly. Having Waylon Jennings here is a bonus.
Continental Congress' Declaration of Rights and Grievances against Great Britain
Record Group 360: Records of the Continental and Confederation Congresses and the Constitutional ConventionSeries: Papers of the Continental CongressFile Unit: Rough Journals
Perhaps the precursor of Festivus’ Airing of the Grievances?
Yes
(via (99+) Image reblogged from @beautifulnicolenaomi – @growaglow on Tumblr)
I almost missed this opportunity
You Go To My Head - Chet Baker
The B-52's 🖤
Always reblog the B-52s
Into the maelström : Paper craft, Maud Vantours
Gordon Ramses
snoopy of the day
“My first end-of-life patient was a 97-year-old man. He had a much younger girlfriend; she was seventy-four. But they loved each other so much. Back when their spouses were still alive, the four of them had been great friends. They would double date together. And when their spouses passed away, the two of them became a thing. Every day she would come over for lunch. I’d always cook a little meal for them. I’d prepare the table; I’d lay out my little candles and my little flowers. As soon as she arrived I’d put on music and dim the lights, then I’d leave the room and go wait in the bedroom. They would cuddle and snuggle. And the beauty of it was, even though he couldn’t control his fluids at that point, she never minded the smell. Her love for him was so great that they would still kiss and all that good stuff. When the doctors said that it was time for him to go to hospice, he said he didn’t want to go. He told them that he wanted to come back home and die with me. I was with him in the end. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. One week after his passing I was hired by his girlfriend’s family. She had terminal Alzheimer’s, and I ended up staying with her for seven years. I fell in love with her. We were family, just family. She used to be a tap dancer. We’d sing together. And if she didn’t feel like singing, I’d sing. Even near the end, she always knew when something was wrong with me. When I wasn’t being the Gabby that she knew, she would always know. When the doctors said it was time for her to go to hospice, her children said: ‘We want her to die with Gabby.’ In the final days she wouldn’t eat, she’d lock her jaw. But she would always eat for me. One night I could see the fright in her eyes, and I knew it was time. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. So I climbed under the covers with her. And she passed away in my arms.”
God bless hospice home healthcare workers