using your headphones to drown out your mind.

melissa 24 new york army wife, speech-language pathologist, bad yogi, book nerd, baby lover, vegetarian users online

Warm almond milk with vanilla, honey and cinnamon. #treatyoself
24/100 this time last year, @dsallen830 was on his way to Afghanistan and I was wondering how we were going to get through the next nine months. As hard as it was, we finally did get through it and there are still times I can’t believe I get to come home to him everyday. I’m a lucky, lucky girl. #100happydays #army #deployment

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willowfae82:

Reason 2847958472 why I LOVE Jon Stewart.

Jon Stewart for president 2016.

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madewell:

Madewell
how is he real?

“Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye with nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence, and nothing else.”

—   Ralph Waldo Emerson  (via thatkindofwoman)

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hermione:

Jemima Kirke photographed by Frances Tulk-Hart

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23/100 trying out this oil pulling thing this week because I’m a huge sucker for health/beauty trends. Is there anything coconut oil can’t do?  #100happydays #oilpulling

It was early in the morning, but he knew exactly what was happening in his chest and woke my mother to ask her to call an ambulance. Our telephone was in the living room, but before she could leave their bedroom to use it, he asked for something else. My father asked that the ambulance not use its siren.

Weeks later, when the fear of death had receded like some strange tide, my mother asked him about the siren. My father said simply that he worried it would have woken and frightened his three sleeping daughters. It is true that we were all light sleepers and that our farm was usually blanketed by the polite silence that comes from having no close neighbors, but what impossible kindness there was in my father’s request.

I have called it an act of kindness, which I think it was. It was considerate in a way I cannot begin to understand; generous in a way no one would expect, much less demand. Years later I still do not comprehend how in what very well might have been the final moments of his life, my father thought to ask for quiet so that his daughters might continue sleeping.

Kindness is like holding an ice cube in your hands. It stings, but then the cold dissolves; what at first you could barely hold becomes something you cannot let go. My father’s request for a quiet ambulance came from a man so familiar with kindness that the sting was completely gone: the ice was no longer cold, but one with the flesh.

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Absolutely exquisite essay by Casey E. Cep, who recounts what her father’s heart attack taught her about kindness – a virtue that Kerouac captured beautifully and Einstein articulated so memorably.

Henry James, it turns out, was right.

Do your soul a favor and read Cep’s full essay.

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22/100 catching up on community and new girl with my favorite boys in my lap. #100happydays #kingsley #markyourspot

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