Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.

awelltraveledwoman:

the-forward-observer:

catholic-on-the-internet:

awkwardsituationist:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well known fixture around several of the city’s churches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.

This guy is so… awesome. Amazing. Inspiring.

OK crying. restored faith in humanity…

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read and hold a book however the fuck you want. crease it, bend it, flex it, crack the spine, fold the pages. reading is meant to be a joy, and you should be able to read the words. love the book and it will love you back. if some ass is giving you shit by telling you not to fold the book over when reading, hit them in the face with that book.

everybody has different ways of reading books: I like to almost physically consume the book by cracking the spine, bending pages over, writing in it, setting my coffee on it, inhaling the scent of it’s pages, etc. etc.

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Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me. Al Capone (via mrcheyl)

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wasbella102:

I will touch a hundred flowers:  Edna St. Vincent Millay, by Arnold Genthe,

wasbella102:

I will touch a hundred flowers:  Edna St. Vincent Millay, by Arnold Genthe,

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