Journey of Dreams & Questions

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Do you ever just sit and think about how you are alone in this world surrounded by those that try to tear you down, but also surrounded by those who love and support you, and your heart and soul just break because you do not understand how that can work and why it must work that way?

That you feel so alone and pushed down, yet so happy and loved at the same time. That unfortunate feeling of hating and loving yourself all the while knowing this is how it will always be, your inner mind and soul fighting to be happy while things and people, including yourself, try to tear you down.

And you realize how sad but also how beautiful that is, because you are fighting to survive and be happy no matter what comes you’re way. You are strong yet hated. You are unwanted yet loved. You are happy yet hurt. And above all, you are you, this combination of all the good and the bad that has come your way, and that’s what makes you, well you.

“ The woman who doesn’t need validation from anyone is the most feared individual on the planet. ”

—    Mohadesa Najumi  (via nofatnowhip)

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Magic! "RUDE Cover (The Daughter's Side of the Story)".

This is the best! A must see. Way to go girl.

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huffingtonpost:

DOG STEALS BABY’S TOY, THEN REPENTS BY SPOILING HER ROTTEN.

This lil’ pup can teach us all a lesson or two about apologies. Watch the full video here.

Too cutee! Hope it brings a smile to your face, because everyone needs to smile every now and then. :)

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Puppy enjoys listening to guitar

I CANT DEAL WITH THIS AMOUNT OF ADORABLE 

OH 
MY

I THINK MY HEART JUST STOPPED FROM THIS AMOUNT OF CUTENESS

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the-bookshelf-at-the-end:

When I say I want to read the book before seeing the movie, I don’t want brownie points or bragging rights. I want to be able to read the book with my imagined world and idea of the characters without the movie’s influence at least once. After you see the movie there’s always some part of it that sticks in your head for a long time and you lose the enjoyment of making it up yourself.

Thank. You. For. Saying. This.

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blackchildrensbooksandauthors:

RIP, Alice Coachman, First Black Woman to Win an Olympic Gold Medal

(November 9, 1923-July 14, 2014)

Books:

Queen of the Track: Alice Coachman Olympic High Jump Champion

Heather Lang

At the 1948 Olympics in London, members of the U.S. Women’s Track and Field team went down to defeat one by one. Any hope of winning rested on Alice Coachman. Thousands of spectators stayed late for the high-jump event and witnessed history as she became the first African American woman to win an Olympic gold medal. In time for the 2012 Olympic Games in London, this book follows Coachman on her journey from rural Georgia, where she overcame adversity both as a woman and as a black athlete, to her triumph in Wembly Stadium.

Touch the Sky: Alice Coachman, Olympic High Jumper

Ann Malaspina

A biography of the first black woman to win an Olympic gold medal, from her childhood in segregated Albany, Georgia, in the 1930s, through her recognition at the 1996 Olympics as one of the hundred best athletes in Olympic history.

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I think about this a lot. How everyone is having a very unique earthly experience. Everything is just you and projections of your perception. Nothing really exists. We are all one, just having different trips

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“ We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. ”

—    Carson McCullers
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This is beautiful. And on the topic of sleepovers and kids getting stuck in uncomfortable situations: My mom and I had a code, ever since my first sleepover. I would always call home to say goodnight, and if I asked “How is the cat doing?”, it meant that I wasn’t comfortable and I wanted her to pick me up. I did use this code a few times, and whenever I did, my mom came up with the excuses for me. I was never stuck at a sleepover I didn’t want to be at - and as a child with anxiety and social phobia, this was a great system.

posts like these are the reason i love tumblr

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