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-Rub my back softly.
-Play with my fingers when we hold hands.
-Kiss my forehead.
-Rub my leg.
-Wrestle with me.
-Hug me long and tight.
-Kiss me when I’m upset.
-Trace my skin.
-Look me in the eyes.
i want this.
Where’s that supernatural gif of Sam running at someone to hug them? It fits here.
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.’
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.
This is literally what I gave Mike in the music notes. “Oingo Boingo.”
FUCK I CANT WAIT TO LISTEN TO THIS OH MY GOD YOU GUYS JUST WAIT TILL PAY DAY.
you guys won’t be laughing when i become hokage
My glass are uneven and it bothers me
I can fix this, it’s usually the little thingies that grip your nose (source: someone with old as fuck glasses). They get bent outa whack sometimes and need to be re-positioned. Lemme at ‘em tomorrow with pliers and we’ll see what we can’t do.
these don’t have the rubbery things that grip your nose, it’s the things that hook over your ears and they’re out of wack or somethin, but i thiiiink i fixed them???
Weird as shit dude, I hope you fixed it.
Come on guys, I’ve had this in my queue since last Christmas
There should be other contributors, in fact, there should be five, we come from blogger. But currently, because the other’s don’t want tumblr accounts (or are too lazy) we have no other contributors.
It’s only me…
So gents, and ladies, there must be a few of you, what music do you like?
Greetings all, and welcome to a new, and rather empty, blog about bacon, socialism, and music. Sure, it’s an odd interest, but we post good music, semi-logical political rants, and pictures of bacon. All we need are some cats with bad grammar, and an angry libertarian to make it a perfect internet mashup.
Luckily, no one’s perfect.
That said, come on down and follow!
What can it hurt?