a fuckingg justin bieber picture has more notes than this. you’re all heartless. fucking reblog it, unless you’re ashamed to have a picture or post related to a child with a disability on your blog, in that case, you can now go jump off a bridge.
My little brother is autistic. I’d be more than happy to help out..
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don’t stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.” —The Sugarhill Gang
How are you today?
Not bad for the first run of the year.
There will not be a full season next year. Details as to why have yet to be revealed. It really is the end of the world, isn’t it?
I suppose it makes sense, if you think that we’re disregarding the aesthetic appeal of something when we break it down to its components.
When you start to work out how a flower works at the very basic level, you discover more about it and can simplify and consolidate what you know about it.
Simplicity itself is beauty in its own right, so when you have a pretty thing such as a flower that can also be explained simply, the beauty of said flower increases.
The marvel of said flower increases more as it can be complex in its simplicity. A multiplicity of organelles all doing the same actions over and over thousands and thousands of times a day, and yet it can be explained so simply.
When you look in the mirror and get turned on.
Interesting read. From Thrivenotes.com
Murray Templeton was forty-five years old, in the prime of life, and with all parts of his body in perfect working order except for certain key portions of his coronary arteries, but that was enough.
The pain had come suddenly, had mounted to an unbearable peak, and had then ebbed steadily. He could feel his breath slowing and a kind of gathering peace washing over him.
There is no pleasure like the absence of pain – immediately after pain. Murray felt an almost giddy lightness as though he were lifting in the air and hovering.