| I was in a rehabilitation center visiting my grandpa when a little fragile looking lady asked me to push her into her room. I did so and began talking with her. She asked for me to hold her hands. I was just outside a while before so my hands were like ice. She made a comment about them and then we proceeded to talk. By the end of our time, she made another comment about how sweaty my hands were. It's those little things that get me. |
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|  sure, i feel a little bit older today
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| "All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of
the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord stands
forever."
it's all in peter ya'll. it's been said so many times before, but these simple verses are the kind you read and are like "ohhhhhh, now i get it" or "ohhh yeeea, now i remember why i exist" |
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| "GAS WIND COMMUNISM uhh URINE."
- the quad |
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