Im a survivor in more ways than you know
Forever reblogging. In fact I want to get this put on a canvas and hang it in my room.
"I’ve written a song for my wife."
Fred was married 72 years to his wife. He wrote a song for her when he saw a songwriting contest advertised in the paper, and he couldn’t resist writing one for her. She had just passed a month earlier.
They had been together since the 30′s.
96 years old, Fred couldn’t play an instrument or sing, so he simply mailed in his lyrics, attaching his story in the letter. When the studio holding the contest saw his song and read his letter, they decided to record it for him and play the song for him to hear.
I don’t care. This means a lot.
This made me cry
February 4/5, 2014
Flappy birds, workout, butt squats, work, school, and math. That’s whats been going on.
Valentine’s day is boring. Instead, let’s celebrate the anniversary of Native Hawaiians killing the fuck outta douchebag English explorer Captain James Cook, on February 14, 1779.
anti-colonialism and indigenous resistance 8ever.
This is what I’m here for.
The people should not be afraid of their government. The
government should be afraid of their people.
Holy fucking shit is this relevant.
This needs 1 million notes
Reblog this every fucking time I see it
What is a flotation tank?
500 kg of Epsom salts are added to 1000 litres of water, creating a 30 cm deep solution, which is heated to 35.5 degrees C (skin temperature).
The temperature of the water means that once you are settled in the tank, it is virtually impossible to distinguish between parts of the body that are in contact with the water, and those that aren’t, in effect “fooling” the brain into believing that the person is floating in mid-air.
i will do this on drugs someday and nobody can stop me
omg i wanna try this!
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