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t-ealeaves:

THIS IS FOR MY BENEFIT OF BEING FIT TOO

******Only photo shows up when you reblog!!******

REBLOG FOR THE CHANCE TO BE IN THE ‘HEALTHY AND HAPPY’ GROUP!

This is not like ANY other group. In this group, we will all become fit and reach close to our dream bodies! How? 

Every week I will be giving everyone a separate challenge, I will give out advice on how to stay healthy and fit and we will keep each other healthy. I will give everyone Challenges of the week and some personalised special fitness routines, foods and advice.

Everyone in the group can tell me what they want to improve about their body and I will give them some advice and help them with that part of the body. THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE STARVATION IN ANY WAY. We eat and eat and eat (isn’t that what we all love to do? imagine doing it, and getting an amazing body at the same time!)

I except everyone in this group to go by the challenges if they want to get fitter. 

We will also help gain each other followers!

Want to be in this group? follow the rules!

1. Must be following t-ealeaves (if you’re not, then you don’t get in!)
2. You can reblog 1-54985798427598 times.
3. NO LIKES
4. I won’t be looking at your “my face’ photos or anything, Im just going to find some people that seem nice! 

(Sorry boys, this is only for girls,)

I will be picking VERY soon (in a few days) so get reblogging! GO!

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anchored-dreams:

false-catalyst:

I’m in love with both of these women.

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genaaaye:

Oh the yellow. 

My parents don’t understand this.  They complain that I go to too many events.  Which pisses me off.  Like hell.  Would you rather I go out drinking and smoking weed like the rest of my generation?  I think not.

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dancingwiththedead:

kylarenee:

mishalmoorebloggyblog:

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.

Excuse me while I sob hysterically. 

After losing my grandmother in December this hits all to close to home. I hope that everything written here is true. It’s a reminder to us all about how taking just a little extra time can make such a difference for others and even ourselves in the process. 

brb. crying.

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hellokalia:

OMG, bobaaa~

ima get some tomorrow, man. I want! x|

Ah luckyy ^^ Wanna take me? 

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We’re all hypocrites.

mahalkitax3:

One way or another we’ve done things we promised we would never do. We’ve said things we promised we would never let out. We’ve told advices, even we can’t follow. That’s where some promises are meant to be broken. Cause one way or another, we’re just human. We make mistakes, and do thinks we know we shouldn’t.

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So today I woke up w/out braces. Few hours later I have braces:)

ratherdielaughing:

partyrockingonbakerstreet:

bromofasho:

nigga-chan:

nicoosuxx:

remember when they were going to censor the internet

remember when white people cared about kony 

Remember when people did the cinnamon challenge?

remember when people planked?

remember this guy used to be your only friend?

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Photoshop In life.

reblog then click the photo

I’m sorry but this is just cool.

what the hell?! why doesn’t this have more notes?!

Oh my god.

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kimmehxp:

My favorite scene. LOL

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dianaaliuu:

talk about being right on the spot…

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Do you?

Do you forgive someone who said mean, cruel thing to you..when they were mad? 

bonitabreezy:

nothingtokillordiefor:

doctor-whoson:

ticktocksheep:

youputthetowelonthetable:

clockworksexual:

andeatthemeek:

tovalholl:

win win win

Oh my fuck

#and suddenly all those hail satan posts are not as hilarious

;_;

i love u satan

Satan is pretty much the best guy.

Good Guy Satan. I am full of approve

Lucifer aka Batman

you go satan.

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