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vocallife replied to your post: Headcanon: Some nights you stay up, cashing in…
Well, it’s official, you’re going to be written in to Grayson and my Steampunk pirate au. Would you rather be a captain for the Bay (the International space gvt) or a fellow pirate? Or a merchant ship?
HA! Oooooh. A merchant ship. A clever one. One that uses comet dust and clouds to hide as we sail, with my hand-picked crew, each a decent shot and even better in a fist-fight. We’re not sure we trust the government, and we’re not exactly kindly-disposed to handing over our goods to pirates. It’d be a point of pride if anybody ever caught us. If I take your cargo, that’s as good as a guarantee that it’ll be delivered.
palmtreepalmtree replied to your post: It’s easy to notice attractive people. But have…
hmmm indeed.
I like to imagine we’re both stroking our imaginary beards.
myturtlespeedy replied to your post: It’s easy to notice attractive people. But have…
Every time I look in the mirror.
*humble ;)
frenziedfreedom replied to your post: It’s easy to notice attractive people. But have…
GET ITTTT.
BUT THAT REQUIRES TALKING TO PEOPLE !
ladyofthehouse replied to your post: It’s easy to notice attractive people. But have…
Some people are art.
It’s just like pretty words and clever things just FALL OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. Fingers. Keys? What?
It’s easy to notice attractive people. But have you ever had the sensation of walking by someone and when you look into their face, it feels like you suddenly wake up from some odd soul/slumber and come alive? Something atmospheric about them rushing against you, and you have no idea why or what, but you know it’s not just the arrangement of their features.
Even though I see plenty of attractive fellows, the above feeling has only happened four times. I remember each with startling clarity.
98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.
(via duscandale)
*EDIT* We know about the 42 cents, lol… We have it covered XD
So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.
(via jennhoney)
My grandpa passed this afternoon, unexpectedly. After 15 years of strokes, falls, and painful dialysis, he slipped off in his sleep, not hurting, and having had a good breakfast. He’s not broken anymore. He’s not hooked up to machines.
I didn’t know him too well. I was young when his health started failing. But every time he saw me, after I came home from living in New York, he would tell me a vivid story about being there in the fifties, and the night was so hot that everybody was sleeping out on the fire escapes.
He was a man who I dearly wished could’ve had a better life. Our consolation is that he’s finally not in pain. I wish I could’ve said goodbye, but I’ll settle for that. He’s not in pain.
RIP grandpa.
(via allthewrongquestions)
“I sold paper at this company for twelve years. My job was to speak to clients on the phone about quantities and types of copier paper. Even if I didn’t love every minute of it, everything I have I owe to this job. This stupid, wonderful, boring, amazing job.”
the office
24/3/2005 - 16/5/2013
I didn’t watch the whole documentary. After a few episodes it was too painful.
