morelikepadalickme:

IF WE CAN GET A GIRL HER FLUFFY CHICKEN WE CAN GET A FRIEND TO STAY. COME ON TUMBLR WE HAVE WORK TO DO

myownequilibrium:

awkwardsituationist:

98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.

though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.

Wow.

Tommy Joe Ratliff & Sutan “Raja” Amrull
By Lee Cherry [ x]

glowpants:

Sara Grace Watts has been missing since Monday, May 13th, from Victoria BC. She was last seen boarding a bc ferry on said day; perhaps heading for Kitchener Ontario. Call the Saanich Police Department at 250-475-4321 if you have any information to share. 

Grace is in my grade, I have had many classes with her. I have never been so profoundly affected by a missing person’s report. I suppose it cuts more deeply when it concerns someone you know. Please repost—especially Canadian bloggers. 

lowlizah:

(via tommyjoescissorhands on Instagram)

noseasboba:

I never get tired of this photo.

Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of Ella’s biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, Ella tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:

“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”