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  • kate—runs:

LOL I think it is. I ain’t even mad. Shes got that fake barbie lady reblogged like 50 times, so her definition of suck must mean something good.

Quality over quantity every time

    kate—runs:

    LOL I think it is. I ain’t even mad. Shes got that fake barbie lady reblogged like 50 times, so her definition of suck must mean something good.

    Quality over quantity every time

    Source: kate--runs
    • 4 months ago
    • 3 notes
  • depressedlovergirl:

this is beyond pathetic and wrong….


That kid should have been slapped and shown how fucking stupid she is. Cutting for Berber pisses me off so badly because I have close friends who cut

    depressedlovergirl:

    this is beyond pathetic and wrong….

    That kid should have been slapped and shown how fucking stupid she is. Cutting for Berber pisses me off so badly because I have close friends who cut

    (via science-of-adventure)

    • 4 months ago
    • 115702 notes
  • de-classy-fied:

take-me-2paris:

gloryofgod3:

michiamocristina:

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me  with a smile that lit up her entire being.  She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.  “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the  next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”  as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.  Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and  she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.  At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was  introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell  you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop  playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing  older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.  Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.  Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those  with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died  peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s  never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS  OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.





This is amazing

    de-classy-fied:

    take-me-2paris:

    gloryofgod3:

    michiamocristina:

    An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

    The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
    I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
    with a smile that lit up her entire being.

    She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

    I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

    “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

    She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

    “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

    “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

    After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
    next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
    as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

    Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
    she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

    At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
    introduced and stepped up to the podium.

    As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
    you what I know.”

    As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
    playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

    You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
    We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
    older and growing up.

    If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

    If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

    Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
    Have no regrets.

    The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
    with regrets.”

    She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

    She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

    At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
    peacefully in her sleep.

    Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
    never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

    These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

    REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
    OPTIONAL.

    We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

    This is amazing

    (via science-of-adventure)

    Source: michiamocristina
    • 4 months ago
    • 322593 notes
  • Adam Ondra sent “La Dura Dura” today!!

    definedbypassion:

    Congrats to Adam! Route is a beast! New hardest route in the world!

    Congrats!

    (via jahclimb)

    Source: definedbypassion
    • 4 months ago
    • 18 notes
  • darthheretic:

    lickypickystickyme:

    A French artist says coastguards are constantly trying to ‘save’ him whenever he takes his boat out.

    Julien Berthier has created ‘Love Love’ a boat which permanently looks like it is sinking and sticking out of the water.

    The 35-year-old from Paris took a wrecked boat which he found in Normandy, cut it in half and sealed the end with fibre-glass before fitting two electric motors.

    It’s said the result is a ‘surprisingly stable’ craft, where the sailor sits in an upside down seat.

    [Of course the problem is, no-one will ever know if he is in real trouble.]

    The ultimate sea troll 

    (via science-of-adventure)

    Source: newslite.tv
    • 4 months ago
    • 20047 notes
  • thecutestever:

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So true

    thecutestever:

    .

    So true

    (via amieisthename)

    Source: thecutestever
    • 4 months ago
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  • (via mongooselove)

    Source: gbass
    • 4 months ago
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  • mongooselove:

xpoisoned-blood-chubby-waistx:

despondentyouth:

daintyblackpegasus:

whothefuckisaielo:

theevolutionofimani:

happens everyday…

parents have an immense level of unrestrained power over future generations. i hope this disturbs people everywhere. 

this hit way too hard.

Im like crying

Sometimes it’s mom…

this is for sam ):

This makes me think of the X-Men and the one kid who just wanted to be normal

    mongooselove:

    xpoisoned-blood-chubby-waistx:

    despondentyouth:

    daintyblackpegasus:

    whothefuckisaielo:

    theevolutionofimani:

    happens everyday…

    parents have an immense level of unrestrained power over future generations. i hope this disturbs people everywhere. 

    this hit way too hard.

    Im like crying

    Sometimes it’s mom…

    this is for sam ):

    This makes me think of the X-Men and the one kid who just wanted to be normal

    Source: lesbico
    • 4 months ago
    • 243129 notes
  • Reblog if you have ever been called:

    Fat
    Ugly
    whore
    Slut
    Cunt
    Freak
    Nasty
    Weird
    Emo
    Cutter
    Stupid
    Worthless

    this has too many notes.

    (via science-of-adventure)

    Source: suicide-is-my-dream
    • 4 months ago
    • 107112 notes
  • ♓Flask Theory: Climbing Goal

    flasktheory:

    Okay, so I keep looking at these people’s pages, seeing their progress after like what? 3-4 years, climbing 5.12’s and what not. I have made it my goal that since I am only a month shy of climbing for an entire year and climbing V4/5s and getting inching my way to being comfortable with 5.11s,…

    Damn I have been climbing for almost two years and I’m only cracking V3s

    (via climbersdiary)

    Source: flasktheory
    • 4 months ago
    • 12 notes
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