and I walk so slowly no one notices me move
“My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was. I decided to be proactive and to minimize the risk as much I could. I made a decision to have a preventive double mastectomy.
I choose not to keep my story private because there are many women who do not know that they might be living under the shadow of cancer. It is my hope that they, too, will be able to get gene tested, and that if they have a high risk they, too, will know that they have strong options. Life comes with many challenges. The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of.” (x)
(via heavyinyourarms)
A poem by Tim Burton about his friend Johnny Depp, published in the book Double Exposure, Take Three, by Roddy McDowell. Drawing by Tim Burton.
(Source: thorinium, via in-the-next-room)
We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.
I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”
Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’
It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.Source : [x]
(Source: wenchymcwench, via in-the-next-room)
The entire education system summed up in a three panel comic strip.
(Source: backstage-ninja, via kennbrix)
The xx - “I Miss You” (Beyonce cover)
Woah, stop and watch this. In an unexpected, late afternoon surprise, The xx have released a video of them covering Beyonce’s “I Miss You.” Written by Frank Ocean, the duo stripped the track down to the bare essentials and just let their vocals shine over the song. Filmed in Austin’s The Moody Theatre, it is extremely enjoyable to listen to. Prepare for your heart to break.
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amazing storyline.
and the best. ending. i’ve seen. in a while.
beautiful. unnerving. haunting.
Richard Berendzen: It would be very hard to think “I am over there” and “Can I go meet me?” and “Is that me better than this me?” “Can I learn from the other me?” “Has the other me made the same mistakes I’ve made?” Or, “Can I sit down and have a conversation with me?” Wouldn’t that be an interesting thing? The truth is, we do that all day long every day. People don’t admit it and they don’t think about it too much, but they do. Every day, they’re talking in their own head. “What’s he doing?” “Why’d he do that?” “What did she think?” “Did I say the right thing?” In this case, there’s another you out there.
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John’s Son: You would go?
Rhoda Williams: Yes.
John’s Son: You don’t know what’s out there.
Rhoda Williams: That’s why I would go.
Cinderella was up late at her desk putting together an application for a photography grant, but in her head she kept hearing the voice of her stepmother telling her she would amount to nothing. It felt like the Truth, even though a different voice inside her pleaded that it wasn’t. Finally, she pulled out a Post-It and wrote a message to herself that she stuck on the wall in front of her: You are in control of your own future, you are capable of amazing things.
Then she added another one below that: And fuck anyone who says otherwise.