It has recently come to my attention that not enough people understand how great yaoi has been to our lives. Each day we wake up and likely have one or more yaoi lying at the foot of our beds. It is wonderful to be able to wake up and smile each morning because of this.
Social & Cultural Factors
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This gif can work for pretty much everything.
Phone died: this gif.
Failed a test: this gif.
Period: this gif.
Lots of homework: this gif.
I feel like breaking a plate: this gif.
Life: this gif.
this account is followed by the president
i hate it when flies fucking rub their stupid little shitty hands together like they’re plotting to ruin my life those tiny little bastards
I’m gonna go with MURD—no, wait, hug. I’m going with hug.
get 2 balls of cheap string. get newspaper. get a hairband. get toilet paper. get pva. get some water. get paint.
ball up the newspaper and tie it to da hedband
wrap string around them at different tightness
u now have horns
paper mache dem using pva, water and toilet paper
and u will get dis result
easy goodlookin light comfy and cheap as shit
u r welcome
forever wondering what my language sounds like to people who can’t speak it
This dog could not give any less of a fuck.
Kitten: I shall groom you, friend dog!
Kitten: I have made a tactical error.
FUCK YOU MOFFAT
YOU AND YOUR EGO HAVE GONE TOO FAR
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
IF HE CAN ONLY REGENERATE TWELVE TIMES THEN HE SHOULD ALREADY BE DEAD THOUGH BECAUSE REMEMBER THAT TIME HE REGENERATED BUT STAYED AS TENNANT FOR FUCKS SAKE
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.