Frank | 26 | male heterosexual | RVA, Austin TX bound | Crohn's disease (since age 10) | silver league support main, water bender & poke-type, INxJ, Ravenclaw, etcetera. American + Australian dual citizen.


shield-agent-merrick:

contentkiller:

poodleduke:

siddharthasmama:

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woodelvish:

I’m sorry I had to

LOL ok..this was funny

I lol’d.

Omg

CACKLING

Bravo OP, Bravo. 

gamerspirit:

kimoida:

I did it… I’ve finally caught them all…..

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THIS IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS YOU THINK YOU’D NEVER SEE

aadambautistaa:

How Many Are Like You?

Have you ever just stopped to think about how many people out there in the world are like you? Or going through the same things that you are going through? Or just thinking and feeling the same emotions that you do?

What are the chances that out of over seven billion people that someone is thinking about that one special person like you are? How many peoples are crying as their hearts are shattered into a million pieces like yours is? Could there could be someone out there that feels worthless and damaged like you do?

How many people are in a state of insomnia as thoughts, wanted or not, rush through all your minds at this moment? How many are studying hard for a test only to be distracted by a computer? How many are partying, getting high, reading, in deep thought, smiling, doing homework, out on a date, thinking of ways to ask someone out….How many people are just like you?

Sometimes I contemplate the planet as the ever-buzzing human hive that is truly is and it’s so sentientiously overwhelming.

i try and preserve that feeling in a simple word; harmony

herr-doctor:

anewstartt:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. 

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now  a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer .. See.. Me. 

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all one day be there too!


I remember this poem. My Health Science teacher read this to us, to remind us that patients are people and that we should treat them as such.
Brought everyone in the room to tears.

trinthebossx3:

- Kevin Hart Be Havin Me Dyinnn !