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Rolling stones altamont free concert 1969
oh my god
Actually this is a gathering of all my followers at my first meet and greet.
Lol jk . The stones though >
250 men and women were asked to draw what these emotions felt like in their bodies. These are the combined resultsHOLY FUCK THIS IS HOW I FEEL PEOPLES EMOTIONS HOLY GOD PH MY I THINK THIS IS PROOK OH MY GOD I AM FREAKING OUT ANGER IS SHARP AND ITS IN YOUR HEAD AND HANDS SADNESS IS IN YOUR CHEST JOY IS ROUND AND ITS TRUE YOU DONT FEEL MANY EMOTIONS IN YOUR LEGS HOLY SHIT
This was a huge confidence boost for me and one of my favorite reblogs of the year
This is so beautiful
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I love how sadness is darkened around the head & chest area.
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me pimping
There’s a drunk guy outside singing What Makes You Beautiful to a tree. So I opened my window and played the actual song and he just got so happy. He looked at the sky and yelled, “You’re beautiful too, Jesus.”
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There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
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Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
