my pal dustin always added “and eating a taco” to this.
I miss Dustin.
my pal dustin always added “and eating a taco” to this.
I miss Dustin.
Sand, under a 250x microscope
file under things that make me want to cry about the magnificence of the world
the little things in life are so beautiful
can we just appreciate them
i can’t
THIS IS
SENDING ME INTO AWE
WOW
crap
it looks like dangerous cereal
Shinichi looks so relaxed!
I KNEW IT. HE IS A PET PERSON. 😀
woah that looks like the thing in my nightmares.
but it only tears me apart. o_o hmmm. maybe I should offer it pizza next time.
when 6 bloggers share a hotel room…
I counted 5
who do you think took the fucking photo
I will reblog this every time I see it.
no fucking excuses for this shit
America, this is unacceptable. Get your act together, get with the times, and LEGALIZE this shit.
Forever reblog. This needs to be changed.
I will never not reblog this.
i have to reblog this.
🙁
When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.’
The golf balls are the important things – family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else —The small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ He continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.’
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So…
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
‘Take care of the golf balls first —
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled, ‘I’m glad you asked’, he said.
‘It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
There’s always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.’Perfection. Philosophy for the win.
Speechless
Absolutely wonderful <3
It saddens me so many people have reblogged this, and so many people have felt this horrible feeling that I, too, have experienced. I wish I could do something for each soul. More than 25,000 people. Can’t believe.
More than 73,000 people now..
220,000…………………………
and counting
almost 300,000…
(via imgTumble)
307,872
This is sad. If you ever need to talk I’ll be here when you’re ready.
Everyone keeps saying it is sad that so many people have rebloged this, and yes it is, but there is also a bright side, 315,034 are still here today
315,841 lovely people are still here with us. They are all incredibly strong. So are you. <3
Reblogging because of the comments ^
All the Lonely People: abukkitofcelestialintent: skinsasalty: kimbbearrrrrrrr: equiuszahhak:…
holy shit
a journalist’s son gets a tattoo and she cries for three days about it
my favourite bit is this
It’s the permanence that makes me weep. As if the Joker had made face paints from…
I feel for this mother. Change is hard. It’s difficult to spend all of your life thinking one way and then to have it challenged by someone you love. And she even says in the article, “Just because I hate them doesn’t mean I’m right” – she’s adjusting, but it’s painful. It’ll be a long road. It’s not the tattoo that she hates, but the symbol of things changing permanently. I’m just glad that she’s examining herself and the situation and figuring out why she feels the way that she does. And I’m damn proud of her son for standing up for himself. The “your house, your rules, but I’m not apologizing” statement is amazing. Good for you, guy. Good for you!