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How lame is it that you slow danced with me to this song in your crowded apartment just because I wanted to.
“I want to see you crying about somebody else for a change.”
Sometimes someone says something so profound you have to keep it in your heart until you decide to make that change, until your strong enough to encounter it and make do with the repercussions. Because in the end, sometimes it’s not about how long you go on and mourn, but who it’s about and if it’s really worth it to keep breaking the dam to an ongoing stream that may never stop.
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And when I heard those words three and a half months ago, I knew I wanted them to stop. It took me six years to realize this, a thousand half moons passed, some of which I admired through the blinds from inside your room, curled up in a blanket made of your arms—and yet, there’s no question why it took me this long, only an answer in one word form. And here I am now, standing still, but still wavering and hoping that only means I am just colder now without your warmth, not colder because I have lost the feeling of what it was like to once be that warm.
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I once read in a book, It’s never the changes we want that change everything, but perhaps it is because these are the changes we might not realize we so desperately needed all along.
On June 26, 1956, author C.S. Lewis responded to a fan letter from Joan Lancaster, a young Chronicles of Narnia enthusiast.
In a personalized thank-you letter, the writer imparted some simple and valuable stylistic advice for budding prose writers.
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- Best Friend: George Weasley
- Lover: Fred Weasley
- Enemy: Draco Malfoy
- Twin Wand With: Fred Weasley
- First Kiss: Draco Malfoy
- Killed By: Fred Weasley
This is a whole lotta drama.
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The Bull Who Cried
Reported by “Weekly World News”, in Hong Kong, a group of workers took a bull to the slaughterhouse. They were about to enter the facillity when the bull suddenly stopped and knelt on its front paws.
The bull was crying.
Shiu, one of the workers, claims he started to shiver seeing those “scared and sad eyes”, and, as much as they tried to pull the bull inside, it wouldn’t move and just stood there, sobbing like a child.
The workers were not able to slay it, also tearing up at the sight, collecting funds to buy the animal and deliver it to the care of the monks of a nearby temple.
Apparently, when they said they would not kill it, the bull got up and followed them.
this is so moving
something that made my heart cry
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A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
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