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reasons to remember summer 2014.

  1. i got stoned a lot
  2. the day we went to the beach. me and some friends road tripped to the nearest beach, listened to cheesy pop from the 90’s driving there. we smoked a joint on the beach, then went to an old arcade, pooled our tickets together and won a dominos set. then we had another joint on the sand dunes and got chippy. 
  3. i went to spain. 
  4. i watched every single episode of bob’s burgers. every single one. 
  5. i went jogging at 6am listening to the harry potter soundtrack. 
  6. contouring started to look good.
  7. george ezra. 
  8. many, many, many summer days were spent on the park playing frisbees. 
  9. a friend had a free house for 2 weeks. those two weeks were amazing. spent a lot of time high/drunk in her back garden. 
  10. dazed and confused - led zeppelin. 
  11. i babysat my goddaughter for a week. we bonded, we went to the swings.
  12. i dog sat luis for a week and we walked about 20 miles all together. i listened to harry potter and the philosopher’s stone soundtrack.
  13. friends become even better friends. 
  14. i went on a massive ride that shot in the sky even though i was terrified. twice.
  15. i watched the world cup final in a bar in spain. 
  16. i ate beef cheeks for the first time.
  17. cards against humanity. 
  18. playing ‘fuck you’
  19. spending large amounts of time hanging out with my best friend. 
  20. getting high in the shed i used to play in as a kid. 
  21. i did the ice bucket challenge. 
  22. the ‘swaying’
  23. i went bowling with the bro, uncle and little cousin. beat my brother. 
  24. my self confidence grew. 
  25. i actually got a tan. 
  26. i spent a weekend house sitting for my auntie where all i did was drink beer and complete harry potter on xbox.
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"He’s one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk they are — wandering the wilds. What his right name is I’ve never heard, but around here, he’s known as Strider.”

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The Great Baked Alaska Drama of 2014

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It literally kills me when men think they know women’s fashion better than women

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99-Year-Old Lady Sews A Dress A Day For Children In Need 

Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.

Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.

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A sad episode for all.


A sad episode for all.

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i’m about to experience one of my best friends driving for the first time. eurghhh i’m nervous!

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When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

Ann Druyan (via whats-out-there)
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