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neverwrongtolove:

Remember these for later ♥

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lazyyogi:

Beautiful native american wisdom. I first heard this tale in a native american course at uni

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beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

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herrmedic:

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sublimesublemon:

These are… actually pretty inspiring.

Cool.

Forever reblog.

“you are never taller than when you stand up for yourself”

thats just awesome

“You’re the result of 4 billion years of evolutionary success; F***ING ACT LIKE IT.”

My fave right there.

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zuky:

In case you missed it this weekend, Kim Yuna destroyed the rest of the field by a 20 point margin at the 2013 World Figure Skating Championships held in London, Ontario. It wasn’t even close, she’s all alone on the mountaintop, in her own magical realm. She nailed six perfect triples in her free skate and skated with a grace, sophistication, and emotional power that can only be seen rather than described.

She won Olympic gold in Vancouver in 2010 and basically walked away from competitive skating for two years, then just hops back into the mix and crushes her competition. Who does that? 

In South Korea, she isn’t just the most celebrated athlete; she’s the most celebrated person in her country, a national hero and cultural icon, known simply as Queen Yuna, kind of like Manny Pacquiao in the Philippines except on ice in a dress. When she skates, she carries her entire country on her shoulders and it clearly doesn’t hold her down at all, she lifts millions of hearts with every perfect stride and gesture. Having grown up in Montreal, I’ve been watching winter sports since I was a toddler and Kim Yuna is the greatest I’ve ever seen.

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bludgeoner:

this is true, cats, or any other pet in general, don’t care at all about what you do, you can be a homicidal friendless person that hates everyone and wants to see everyone dead, and that cat will still love you no matter what.

humans?

they’d push you away and say you need “mental help” or that “you’re sick”, but pets will always be there for you.

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ladykalliste:

CARGO - A zombie-bitten father tries to save his infant daughter

This is an amazing short film I found on YouTube. Watch it, you won’t be disappointed.

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My Wife’s Fight With Breast Cancer
one of the saddest and most beautiful photo essays I’ve ever seen

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that-decadent-voice:

confessionsofadirectioner:

On Easter, we had this tradition where an old man down the road would paint little ‘bunny’ prints along the sidewalk, as well as up to the door of every house where a child lives…and he’s done this every year, without fail, since before I was born.

Over the summer, that old man passed away, so no one in their right mind expected to see the tracks this year.  However, when I woke up- there they were!  

Turns out that his eighteen year old grandson (who happens to be known as the badass of our school) got up at three this morning and spent four hours- by himself -painting the prints; just to make sure that the neighborhood kids wouldn’t be disappointed.

My faith in our generation = restored. 

Marry him.

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