A young German soldier (exact age unknown) after being captured by Allied forces at Normandy. (Photos Normandie)
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miles to go before i sleep
hi, i'm lauren. nerd fighter & proud canadian. i honestly believe i should have been born in the early 1900's. i intensely love hockey, downton abbey, friends reruns, old clips of celebrity jeopardy, and whose line is it anyway?. living with an anxiety disorder.
75The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
G. K. Chesterton (via girlwithoutwings)
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People literally dancing in the streets of Chkalov, Armenia as part of Victory Day festivities
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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
Charles Bukowski (via daizhi)
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Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via imfantasyparade)
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I can carry this
and all that will come after.
I can carry you.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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This is still one of the greatest show punchlines in the history of comedy.
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But let us get one thing straight: the best years of our lives are not behind us. They’re part of us and they are set for repetition as we grow up and move to New York and away from New York and wish we did or didn’t live in New York. I plan on having parties when I’m 30. I plan on having fun when I’m old. Any notion of THE BEST years comes from clichéd “should haves…” “if I’d…” “wish I’d…
Yale Daily News column on how we have time to do what we dream of. The writer, 22, died a few days later in a car crash.
Read: The Opposite of Loneliness
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