sofia | 27 | portuguese | hopelessly obsessed with star wars and music. header by @ianmckellen
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The trick is to do it without shame. Literally anything could be cool if you just did it shamelessly
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Posting my cat until I get bored. She’s called Beetle by the way.
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#job interviews be like NEW GIRL | 1.04 Naked
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My fanart of Hera! With a bonus chopper and loth cat ;D
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Something my father taught me is to always make people feel special when they’re in your presence, I think this kind of attention makes people uncomfortable sometimes and they aren’t sure what to do with it and they label it as intensity when nothing was intense, I was just the first person who listened to you in a month and not cut you off with advice or check my phone.
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(gripping bathroom sink) i can still make the whole place shimmer
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In 1970, my mother's family adopted an intellectually disabled man named Horace. Horace was 56, and had been in an institution since 1921.
My uncle, who was 19, was working as an orderly at the institution where Horace lived. He only stayed a few months as the abuse he witnessed was too much for him. He had become friends with Horace and told him "I'll come back for you."
Horace replied "They all say that."
By that Christmas, Horace lived with my uncle and his family. My grandparents did the official adoption. Horace had never seen a Christmas tree, and that was his first real Christmas.
Horace died in 2010, at the age of 96. He laid down for a nap and just slipped away.
At least two generations of children grew up with him. He felt immortal to us. He loved Hot Wheels, pizza, cartoons and to talk to the portrait of my grandparents as he sat in his rocking chair.
He knew everyone's birthday. He loved unconditionally.
He had scars on his back from the institutions. If you asked him about that place, his face would screw up and he'd say "oh, it was a bad place. Bad place."
And for 40 years, he was safe, loved, and happy. He loved us in return.
No point to sharing this. But I still miss his laugh as he held a conversation with a portrait, whispering about his day to the people who had helped rescue him.
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reblog to give the person you reblogged from the strength to complete The Task™
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siren symphony
instagram - twitter - website
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btw. by the way. By The Way. BY THE WAY. if you gleefully boop you can also gleefully reblog edits. you can gleefully support content creators. you can gleefully leave compliments in the tags. i know you are all capable of pressing buttons now!!!!!!!!!!!!! REBLOG.
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wellm wellm wellm
how serendipitouse that youm would be sittinge down to a deliciouse meal at the precise momente which im storvinge to death
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imagine being called "imagine dragons" and having nothing related to dragon
no album art or merchandise with dragons, what a waste of a title
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Good morning, you have to be the thing that saves you
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Angus the Very Sad Cat.
Sad because we stopped petting him long enough to take the picture.
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