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sprinklies: The Blue Lagoon (1980) Please tell me I’m not the only one who has seen and loves this film? Loveeee
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princessbecky115: spoookyscary: Ghost Nebula This is how I see the world
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desolve: It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room’s only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
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youthweekend: my creation - if this gets any notes please don’t change the source xx
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l-ush: so pretty
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ssummerr-love: liguid: piineappless: organicalife: mildbliss: beautifullyinterwined: co-lumbia: eqocentric: guavai: palmist: I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S A DAD NOW omfg dilf can u imagine when he goes to get his kid after school and all those fukin mothers who know who he is fangirl with their daughters omfg can u imagine your dad looks like that :o what’s his name? if tumblr had awards, he’d be awarded with the tumblrsexiest. ^^fran lachowski.  fave ✫ FRANCISCO OMGGGGGGGG SO SEXY
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consultingsorceressandcompanion: grypwolf: rainbowgasmducesa: biien: This is something that’s been annoying me for a while, people seem to think you can’t be unhappy if you haven’t scars to prove it. I were diagnosed with depression 2 years ago, even my councillor didn’t think I needed help as I hadn’t self harmed. Whilst growing up I had to watch some of the closest people to me self harm, it broke them, and me. I knew from then on I wouldn’t put myself through it and because of that I don’t get taken seriously. This is for those who have problems and don’t show it. Everyone needs support, with or without scars. This is exactly why I quit the therapy i was assigned to when I was 18… The first question they asked was what kind of harm I did to deal with the pain… and when I said I didn’t do anything and had never thought of doing anything, i found myself looking upon a councilor with a look on his face that read ‘you don’t belong here’ and a simple ‘oh’ and no further questions were asked… because I walked out… This. everyone has their own way of releasing pain.it is just plain stupid to just think that only those with scars suffer the most.and it is true that having scars don’t mean that you are just seeking attention no.They all need help. Be there scars or not.Most of them just don’t know how to seek help. some know how to but are too afraid of… something. There is always a scar. Just, some of them people can’t see.

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