• 19th June
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Awkward running moment of the day: I was running and I thought there was a bug or something in my mouth so I practically slobbered all over my hand to get it out and there was a lady walking her dog on the other side of the street. If she saw me she probably thought I was some crazy and disgusting runner…

  • 19th June
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One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
Dale Carnegie  (via villa-rosie)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via hillseeker)

  • 18th June
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humansofnewyork:

“I grew up in this house. I was actually standing right here when I first saw my husband. I was ten years old, and he came riding by on his bike, and I said: ‘I want to know that boy!’” “Is he inside?”“He passed away in 2000. But we had 37 good years together.” 

humansofnewyork:

“I grew up in this house. I was actually standing right here when I first saw my husband. I was ten years old, and he came riding by on his bike, and I said: ‘I want to know that boy!’” 
“Is he inside?”
“He passed away in 2000. But we had 37 good years together.” 

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  • 17th June
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I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don’t want to shrink back just because something isn’t easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can’t and I can.
Kristin Armstrong (via cierrafrances)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via laurachristineemily)

  • 17th June
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Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting—a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via thelittlephilosopher)

(Source: skycloudsky, via amillionmilesaway00)

  • 17th June
    2013
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soulbrotherv2:

The last faces of American slavery: Stunning pictures of men and women who were born into slavery and photographed more than 70 years after being freed

by Beth Stebner 

In the 1920s and 1930s, an interest in slave narratives was rekindled, and as part of the Federal Writers’ Project of the Work Progress Administration, more than 2,000 first-person accounts of slavery were collected, as well as 500 black and white photographs. 

The collection was compiled in 17 states between 1936 and 1938. Many of the former slaves interviewed were well into their 80s and 90s – some were even past 100. 

One former slave, Sarah Gudger, claimed she was 121. She told the federal writer: ‘Yo’ know de sta’s don’ shine as bgright as dey did back den. I wonah wy dey don’. Dey jes’ don’ shine as bright.’ Many of the collected accounts are written phonetically, giving further insight to their linguistics, mannerisms, and characters.  [Continue reading and view more photographs.]

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