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humansofnewyork:

(2/2) “In Afghanistan I spent so much time imagining what it would be like when I came home. I built up this perfect world. I imagined eating a big cheeseburger. And taking the longest shower. And meeting up with all my friends. Maybe we’d even take a trip to the beach just to catch up. And everything would be just like when I left. And people would be so happy to see me. Because they’d be thankful for the sacrifices that I made. But when my plane landed, nobody was there to meet me. My mom couldn’t afford to take off work. My father had died while I was gone. The rest of my family couldn’t afford to travel. One of the first things I did was visit the two friends who had written me letters. The whole time I was in Afghanistan, I only got four letters from two friends. So I had to visit them right away to tell them that those letters meant the world to me. But after those visits, I was pretty much by myself. So I sat in my room and I started thinking. I’d been so busy in Afghanistan. There was always a job to do. But now it was quiet. So I thought about all the things that I’d kept at bay. I thought about the little girl that I saved. And what her life is like now. And I wondered if she’s still alive. And if she is still alive, does she even want to be?”

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humansofnewyork:

(½) “ I don’t think it’s possible to be a medic in a conflict zone and not have something stay with you. Something that you didn’t have before you went. I have the hardest time forgetting this little girl. She was brought to our post one day. Two men ran toward us carrying a bundle of blankets. And they’re yelling in Pashtu. And at first all I can see are these bloody blankets, but then I peel them back, and there’s this little girl inside. She stepped on a landmine while playing soccer and she’s gone below the knee, gone below the elbow, gone below the hand. And everything is seething. And I can smell the flesh. And she’s screaming. But I’m trained to drown it out. I’m trained so well that I almost don’t hear the screaming. I focus on our interventions. Stop the bleeding. Apply tourniquets. Administer the IV. I overdosed her on morphine. I’ll never forget that. I just kept pushing until the screaming stopped. And then a helicopter came and got her. And she lived. And I was fine throughout the whole thing. I was just like a robot. I’d been trained for chaotic situations. But they don’t train you for the aftermath. They don’t train you for when the helicopter has lifted off, and suddenly everything is quiet.”

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an-adventurers:

Vancouver, British Columbia

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sanspanties:

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Guys. Take notes and practice. There will be a test. Expect a pop oral quiz at ANYTIME.

I cannot believe there is a detailed diagram on how to accurately eat pussy. -sheds a tear of utter bliss-

For y'all uneducated niggas

Always a great reblog

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That’s a fact tho

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the-orphic-mr-awesomer:

“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”

- C.S. Lewis

einaussenseiter:

I did a thing with Pop Stars as Gym Leaders inspired by Rihanna

THIS.

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tilthendoftheline:

You’re welcome, tumblr.

Was lucky enough to see this amazing family cosplay in person (no joke: that is the happiest, chillest baby I have ever met, with parents to match), and hands-down the best part was seeing everyone’s horrified reactions when seemingly-plainclothes-dressed mom got into position.

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