24. New York. Professional math nerd. Peace. Love. Equality.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
Don’t talk to me, or look at this website again until you watch this.
New York, forever.
This is just pure class and emotion. Even if you aren’t a Yankees fan(which I’m so not) if you’ve ever been a real fan of sports you need to watch this, cause you’ll feel it.
I tried to watch this but my eyes were leaking.
I’m born and raised, tried and true, diehard Mets fan (when I was little I was raised to say that my two favorite teams were the Mets and whoever is playing the Yankees) and even I got goosebumps when I watched this
—A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via larmoyante)
Audrey Hepburn during the filming of Sabrina, New York City, 1954 by Dennis Stock
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—Unknown (via wethinkwedream)
Jon Stewart Goes After Fox in Powerful Ferguson Monologue
I will forever love this man.
This is a strange, wonderful, bittersweet feeling. Don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m so fucking grateful.
Two years ago, I ran away to St. Louis for grad school after my aunt died of colon cancer and I didn’t know how to cope. Escaping to the quiet of the midwest and the promise of a career seemed like the best option. I remember the last night I saw her, comatose in her hospital bed at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center. I remember crying more than I knew possible and telling my mom I couldn’t leave after this. She hugged me, looked me straight in the eye, and said that my aunt would want me to go.
Two years and countless wonderful memories later, I am less than two weeks away from moving back to New York where I was just offered a position as a data analyst at that same cancer center. Life has a weird way of working out sometimes. Thanks, Aunt Alanna. I owe you one.
—Bill Mackin (via psychedelicsunshine)
I need to stop running away from good things.