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Saturday, May 12
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There were several trailers for this series when it released back in 2006. I watched every episode, and to this day I have the cinematography in it alone to thank for being my deciding factor in pursuing film at university. This trailer in particular
As some of you know, hockey is my most absolute favorite sport on this planet. Actually, to me, it IS the greatest sport on this planet. Football/Soccer (whichever you prefer to call it) and Formula 1 tie in second. The rest I could care less about really
Sleep Paralysis: a wordy recall from memory
Silverchair, a history of my favorite band:
I've been catching up on movies I skipped or missed out on
Ayinger Brau Weisse @ Brick Store Pub
My Day at the GA Aquarium
My Day at the GA Aquarium 2
I want to go on an adventure.
I used to be like this until I made the decision to stop being so angry and sad about things - I just wasn’t going to do it anymore. I got rid of the negative…toxic people in my life, and just make an actual effort to be happy. I’m
I’ve felt this a few times during my life thus far… Always fresh after, but the more time passes the more you realize you were wrong because if they were the right person, then it wouldn’t have been the wrong time. It would have been
…when trying not to laugh or hold back that stupid smirk I make when someone makes me happy. And then before, during, and after all the naughty stuff.
Sometimes dreams hit me hard:
Photographer’s girlfriend leads him around the world. I will forever love this collection. It’s something I envy so greatly, but I know someday I’ll get to have my turn -my own adventures with the person I love. I thin we’re rushed
I love how she’s on the brink of breaking out in laughter. You can’t yourself too seriously… I find that very attractive.
I’ve been working at being happy for close to three years now, and I can honestly say this is one of the most important things you could possibly do for yourself. I have absolutely zero room for negative people in my life. I am such a better and
We need more simple mornings in our lives.
Things I Do: I have this thing where I stare at gifs and find the loop point. I’m willing to bet that many of you think it’s when the car, or whatever vehicle we are holding the perspective of, enters/exits the tunnel… You’d be
johnnewsome: Good Morning #Atlanta #weloveatl (at CNN Center) Wherever I may end up, Atlanta will always be home to me.
unpredictablenature-blog: Life is Adventure by Marek Farkas
I can’t wait ‘til I finally get to travel the world.
Late night confessions.
A Little Fact I Just Learned
Dismayed
Humboldt Crack (Cake). Insensitive comments (and naming choice) causes uproar in Chicago.
futurejournalismproject: livelymorgue: An archival photo from The New York Times shows news pictures being sorted in the newspaper’s photo “morgue,” which houses millions of images. Here they are — several each week — for you to see. Welcome
Sale of Philadelphia Papers Is Completed
futurejournalismproject: One hundred years ago today the Titanic hit an iceberg south of Newfoundland. This is tomorrow’s New York Times. Bonus: Images of the Titanic wreck made by stitching together hundreds of optical and sonar images collected by
cartermagazine: Today In History We Honor William Lloyd Garrison ‘William Lloyd Garrison was a prominent American abolitionist, journalist, and social reformer. He is best known as the editor of the abolitionist newspaper The Liberator, and was one
think-progress: Newspaper front pages on Obama’s new immigration policy to stop deporting DREAM-eligible youth.
Equality - It's "Time"
It’s different…new. A job at the Hospice and welcomed into a House all in the same night. I expected more questions to be asked, more prying to be done, background searches and the like, but it was so much simpler than I had ever anticipated
The slower pace within the city has been …enjoyable, but when one is used to the commotion of battle and war, it can be a touch unsettling. Thoughts of those around are not quite as reserved or protected as they were amongst the soldiers, so
Nearly stabbed and then badgered and threatened by a troll regarding some man I have never even met let alone heard his name. All within the hospice. These are not hospice matters, this is supposed to be a place of healing and comfort and thus far
I can see your deepest and darkest secrets if I need to, I know those thoughts you never wanted anyone ever to know if I want to,I will read your mind like an open book if I feel like it, to know just exactly what you think of me, what you think of anythi
I’ve got no issues in rummaging around someone else’s mind, but when it comes to my own, it seems I’m at a loss lately.Confusion. A lot of confusion. About what? I’m not even entirely sure. Maybe I’ve been absent from
My mother always taught me to be nice to strangers. However, she never taught me what to do when the strangers wanted to drain you of your blood for personal experiments. I don’t run a lot… but it seemed the best option at the time.
Some of these women need to be taught a little bit of respect.
It didn’t hit until later that night when I was alone,yet, I’m not even entirely sure why.Nothing really has changed all that much, has it? It’s something that has always lingered there in the back of my mind,something I think I already
I’ve ignored it this long, maybe if I continue to ignore it, everything will just….go away. Bury myself in my work as usual, go back out on the front lines, there are distractions now at least. His words continue to ring through my mind
There’s still quite a ways to go, still plenty of inner demons.I continue to lose sleep and have the occasional anxiety attack,worry I’m not good enough or undeserving.Not to mention forcing myself way outside of my comfort zone. However&helli
“I regret….everything.” As if it didn’t pain me enough already, those words were icing on the cake. Stupid Xanelen.Why do you even bother?Maybe you should just erase those memories.
Nerves..so many nerves.Does that feeling ever stop? At some point you just gotta let go of the past, of those resonating thoughts and words that you believed for so long and take hold of what is meant to be, of what was always meant to be. Time to accept
Didn’t return to the city last night,not in the hospice of any of the cities,nor in the medical units in the Blasted Lands,no record of death or among the dead there,not even any stray thoughts I could pick up.I feel sick…
It’s been days now with no word and no record of death.I hope whatever happened, there is peace and happiness.I feel ashamed in hoping they are dead, instead of the other available option.That I meant nothing and it was simply time to move on.
