queen calls me a fat teddy.

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Bohemian Rhapsody (Vocals Only) | Queen

His voice was actual perfection.

I love this 

I have the music so ingrained in my head I couldn’t NOT hear the instruments.

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Cat gets caught barking by a human and resumes meowing

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

…

ABORT MISSION.

ABORT MISSION.

RESUME CAT TRANSMISSION.

I CANT STOP LAUGHING.

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As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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babe im gonna reblog all the chris hemsworth/thor pictures for you. EYEGASM. <3

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BABE HERE IS CHRIS FANDOM TUMBLR PAGE FOR YOU LOL

babe loook at thor clenching his teeeth. 

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I should have done this earlier, I should have wrote down how I felt, I should have let you know what I have always been feeling about you, towards you and what I have for you.

I have no idea how to piece this together so probably this may seem a little too messy.

It’s funny how majority of the population takes their whole life to find out who they wanna be with, who is their soul mate or who they wanna grow old with and I found mine early. This girl that I met when I was 19, she was like no other girls. She made me feel real comfortable; like how I could be myself or how I could do anything. She made me felt real special about myself.

I think this is an obvious statement but she did change my life. Altered everything; my whole life, my mentality, my beliefs. 

This girl made me wanna pamper her, so I did. Her teen years wasn’t that awesome, it was pretty horrible in fact. When I hear about her stories, damm I wish I could have gone back to the past to change it and be there for her. So I made a decision; the best one that I have ever made. I made her my queen, my princess, my life. I got her everything she ever wanted, bring her to wherever she ever wanted.

Me and Kimmy had this belief we strongly held onto. It doesn’t matter how much we spend or what means we go through to get a certain something or do a certain something for the one we love. And we do this unconditionally, we have never asked for anything in return, we have never brought up what we did in the past for comparism. But we do ask for a little something, a genuine smile. The kind of smile when they are surprised when they received that little something that they have been dreaming of. That’s all that matters to us.

Things were going good for the these few years, unknowingly we have been together for 2 years plus. We had our struggles here and there, we had our doubts  about each other. As we knew more and more about each other, the expectations grows more and more. And more often or not, we do fail to meet the expectations because simply put, we are still young. We still do not make the best decisions, we still do not have the best solution for a problem. 

I have always pictured myself to be a model boyfriend; generous, caring, thoughtful and attentive. But right now, I look at myself and I find myself not even close to what I call a model boyfriend. I am not a good boyfriend and I take you for granted. You have grown so close to my family, you have given and taken so much time out for me, my family and my friends. And all you ask for is a little alone time, like how we used to cuddle and talk about almost everything. A little bit of us time. I admit that its been awhile since I thought about things from your perspective, think about what you want, put yourself before my family and friends.

Here is a little something I would like to add on. To you, what it seems like most what I tend to put in front are my friends but no. I would do anything to make you happy, I would get you anything that you want but I won’t do the same with my friends. I wouldn’t take a bullet for them. I would rather go on a date with you than go for a birthday party with them be it if it’s their birthday or not. Because noting else is more important than you.

But recently, I am screwing up a lot. And I am guilty as fuck when I make you upset, I can’t sleep. I want to call you up just to apologize to you over and over again for making the same mistake. I know we have been through this but the reason why I am acting like this is because I feel like the time we have together is limited. I am so afraid of going into army is because I am afraid of losing you. I can’t sleep at night. I am merely getting 4-5 hours of sleep the most. It’s not that I don’t trust you that you won’t be faithful to me but it’s because I know that I am not the smartest,hottest,tallest,richest guy. There are tons of near-perfect beings in university, there are those guys where they have all the fucking attributes that I will never have. I am ridiculously ugly, I am short as hell, I am definitely not the smartest or the richest guy. So in other words, there is a really high percentage of me losing out to those guys out there. I am not saying that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I do know that there are guys who are like me just a lot better in every other way. I really do wish that I can go back to sleeping properly, at least I won’t get cranky or edgy so I can keep my emotions in track.

Babe, I am not the best at portraying my emotions or feelings. That is why I always bottle them up and somehow I have a really small bottle to fit all these feelings and burden I have. I don’t always tell you how I feel because I felt like it’s a waste of time talking about how I feel or maybe somehow it would make things worst. 

I’m really sorry for how I have acted the past 2 nights. I have not been the best, I have not been sane. But I will try harder. 

I want to be your support, your aid, your everything.

I’m sorry.