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And if after reading this, you still don’t believe that you have a person that totally loves and admires you, you’re wrong. You’re just wrong. Because no matter what your thinking, and no matter how ‘uncool’ you are, I think your amazing, and I think your beautiful, because everyone and everything has beauty, and you just happen to be apart of that everyone.
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A polar bear smells a seal under the ice. Unfortunately for the bear, the ice is too thick. (Planet Earth Live - BBC)
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It’s important for us to realize that human beings tend to categorize one another. From the moment they’re children they’re taught to do that. To stick em in a category: he’s white, he’s black, he’s brown, he’s an asian, he’s a jew, he’s a muslim, that guy’s a christian or those born again people. At some point you get to a level where you’re losing the humanity of an individual by placing all of the labels on them. He’s a conservative, he’s a liberal…he’s a human being you know? And this is the sad part, you get people that are so adamant about their position that they’re willing to watch other human beings suffer and die simply because they can’t understand how they see things.
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ecstatic shock
n. the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.
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sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
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In an ideal world, no one would talk before 10 am. People would just hug, because waking up is really hard.
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