My cousin is proposing to his gf in a few days!!!
Kevin. 23. FL. Pharmacy student by day and... superhero by night. :D
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On the Path of Being the Lonely Cat Lady
I know the lyrics and tune to the Meow Mix commercial…
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a dramatic reading of someone’s about section gone wrong >:c
OHY FUCKIGNG GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
jesus fucking christ dg;sRTYLS<RTh
every once in a blue moon the internet produces a gold nugget. this however, is two.
PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW ME.. you must watch this all the way through.. seriously.
oh my god this is so good I can’t
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My friends would die if I acted like this lmao
(Source: partouse, via lucasthatoneguy)
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On Having Limits
I think my parents have come to terms that I simply can’t maintain the kind of GPA that I had in undergrad. As long as I’m passing, they’re okay with it.
What pisses me off is that to have a discount in car insurance, you need to maintain a certain GPA. Um, hello? HELLO? (Pardon the language) but are you f-ing on crack? I am not remotely close to that GPA. I hate hate hate using this but I’m in a doctorate program and sir, I don’t think you realize this but I’m hustling ass to even get a C. Instead of sitting on your damn ass and calculating figures, why don’t you go and learn how to change a patient’s regimen and maintain your golden GPA at the same time?
Please, just have limits on undergraduates and lower the limits for graduate folks, please. I just want to drive my car already!
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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.Tears started falling after “hospice.” I can’t stand that word after my grandpa and my aunt. (3/1/05 and 2/28/12) I can’t stop crying.
I fucking bawled.
(Source: mishalmoorebloggyblog)
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