Blog like no one is reblogging

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If you don’t reblog this, then you hate Harry Potter.

jessthepotato:

itsbleeding-insideme:

I’m obligated as a resident of Earth

FOREVER REBLOG

well, can’t have people think I hate Harry Potter now can I?

I’m sorry, but my existence obligates me to reblog this. :/

FOREVER REBLOG

Who wouldn’t reblog this?

I just had to reblog after I had. Sorry. DEAL WITH IT.

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Take a moment of your time to reblog this, to show respect for the man who was beaten and burnt to death for being gay.

Rest In Peace Stuart Walker. A 28 year old, gay man who was beaten and tied to a lamp-post at the earlier hours of Saturday morning. He was then set on fire, and burnt to death. Homosexuality is found in over 400 species, homophobia is found in one. So, which is natural now?

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ladysouth:

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)
A sweet lesson on patience. A NYC Taxi driver wrote:I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboardbox filled with photos and glassware.‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drivethrough downtown?’‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.They must have been expecting her.I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.‘Nothing,’ I said‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

ladysouth:

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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You’ve been eating cupcakes wrong your whole life

confusedspazz:

ousto:

digitalpocketmimi:

ikawaiiaishiteru:

omgleagueoflegends:

whydidyouclickthis:

iheartchaos:

Keep scrolling. Your world will be changed forever, I promise. Teach it to your children and they’ll teach it to their children and in a few generations, we’ll have a worldwide Utopia. You’re welcome.

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My life is a lie.

Yeah I’m reblogging this here too.

/cries.

OMFG
FIRST I LEARN IVE BEEN EATING BANANAS THE WONG WAY MY WHOLE LIFE
NOW THIS

OMFG WHY HAVEN’T I EVER TRIED THIS BEFORE?????

NOW I NEED A CUPCAKE!

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marcellarenne:

OMG, HE’S HELPING HIM BACK INTO THE OCEAN 

i officially like animals more than people

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2pmstyle:

So a few days ago, 2pm style hit 400 followers! to commemorate this we will be holding our first giveaway! there are three 2PM x PONY catalogues to be won, so that’s three winners! 
the rules of this giveaway are as follows:
REBLOG NO MORE THAN THREE TIMES
LIKE THIS POST FOR AN EXTRA ENTRY!
NO GIVEAWAY BLOGS!
YOU MUST HAVE YOUR ASK BOX OPEN SO I CAN CONTACT THE WINNER!
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE FOLLOWING THIS BLOG (but it might help!)
OPEN TO ALL COUNTRIES, I’LL POST ALL OVER THE WORLD!
The giveaway will end on the 30th APRIL MIDNIGHT KST! (wooyoung’s birthday!) I will select the winners using random.org and will then send you a message via askbox to instruct you on what to do next, if this message is not replied within 24hours, another winner will be selected! You will get a choice of catalogue, but it will be first come first serve.
good luck!

2pmstyle:

So a few days ago, 2pm style hit 400 followers! to commemorate this we will be holding our first giveaway! there are three 2PM x PONY catalogues to be won, so that’s three winners! 

the rules of this giveaway are as follows:

  • REBLOG NO MORE THAN THREE TIMES
  • LIKE THIS POST FOR AN EXTRA ENTRY!
  • NO GIVEAWAY BLOGS!
  • YOU MUST HAVE YOUR ASK BOX OPEN SO I CAN CONTACT THE WINNER!
  • YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE FOLLOWING THIS BLOG (but it might help!)
  • OPEN TO ALL COUNTRIES, I’LL POST ALL OVER THE WORLD!

The giveaway will end on the 30th APRIL MIDNIGHT KST! (wooyoung’s birthday!) I will select the winners using random.org and will then send you a message via askbox to instruct you on what to do next, if this message is not replied within 24hours, another winner will be selected! You will get a choice of catalogue, but it will be first come first serve.

good luck!

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noelyb:

A message to Planned Parenthood women’s rights supporters from President Obama.

Watch the whole video here.

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