June 17, 2013 • 586 notes • youjustyou

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June 15, 2013 • 2 notes
So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me… everyday.
Noah in “The Notebook”- Nicholas Sparks
June 12, 2013 • 59,619 notes • kistybelle
We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.

This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)

But this explains the 90s kids

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and we were taught patience from dial-up internet (partially) — now kids (from whom I’ve taught) don’t have patience for anything. 

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June 6, 2013 • 10,093 notes • roryamy

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I have no idea what this is but I’m pretty sure I had this nightmare last night.

That is Doctor Who and it is amazing! :)

June 1, 2013 • 51,056 notes • hellanne
The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.
Jonathan Carroll  (via anditslove)

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May 29, 2013 • 30,673 notes • themethodtohermadness
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)

What do I get at 25, Mr. Fitzgerald?

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May 29, 2013 • 132,077 notes • not-jesus

thosewerethe90s:

oh look who’s still got it

May 29, 2013 • 58,962 notes • nostalgiaunicorn

typette:

I remember posting somewhere once in a thread about why girls aren’t exploited in animation anymore where some guy said, “all the disney girls are drawn to be generally attractive, but I don’t think there are any eye-candy men… or are there? Are there any Disney men that lots of girls like?” and I mentioned Roger. Tons of girls replied agreeing with me and the original guy was like “wait, Roger? from 101 Dalmatians? What’s attractive about him, he’s tall and lanky and has a big nose, he isn’t muscley at all! Wouldn’t you all prefer Gaston or something? Or do you girls think his big nose is indicative of something else?” and I was like “no, you idiot, he’s a silly, goofy guy who likes animals and can play a bunch of instruments, that’s why he’s attractive. What’s the matter with you? Gaston, seriously?”

This is why we need more girls in animation. And more guys like Roger apparently. 

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May 26, 2013 • 3,862 notes • theofficescreencaps

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May 25, 2013 • 1 note

Yesterday was my last day at East Hamilton. I cried when I got home. As crazy, frustrating, and difficult as it has been sometimes, I have had a wonderful year. I can’t believe it has gone by so fast.

I had a few students give me gifts or write me notes saying how I made a difference in their lives and they would miss me.

My fellow counselors continually let me know how much I would be missed. I had teachers constantly saying, “What?! You’re not coming back?! You’ve been great! We’ll miss you!” etc.

To top it all off though. One of our assistant principals came to my “good-bye” lunch with the counseling department. Let me point out that he can be a narcissistic jerk sometimes, and at first I couldn’t stand him. I eventually figured him out though and grew to like him. When he was getting ready to leave after lunch, he came over to me, GAVE ME A HUG, and said some really sweet things to me. It’s hard to understand the significance of this without knowing him, but let me just say that he does NOT hug people and rarely compliments/says sincerely nice things to people. That right there almost made me cry on the spot.

Sometimes you don’t realize the impact you’ve made on people (or that they’ve made on you) until you’re leaving…