The Office Finale

I felt three emotions. The feels ranged from this

to this

and finally this

The last episode of How I Met Your Mother

After I found out they would reveal the mother

After they showed her

After finishing that paper that you procrastinated so long on

just to remember that you have four more assignments left to do

Just want to say Happy Mother’s Day to my Mommy

Mom, you’re always there when I need you, and that says a lot about you already. I’m so appreciative to have you in my life.

Whenever I binge watch a show

When I start

Whenever someone walks in and I have to stop watching

Whenever someone spoils something for me

When I get on Facebook and see something I wish I hadn’t about the show

When I finally finish the show without the entire thing being spoiled

purebeachboho:

zerenitea:

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.’Epilogue: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.Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too
-> i was literally crying reading this :’(

this is beautiful <3

purebeachboho:

zerenitea:

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.’

Epilogue:

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.

Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too


-> i was literally crying reading this :’(

this is beautiful <3

So a CTA train derailed, lots of backups in Chicago, etc.

When I remember I don’t have class today anyway

After I realized that I have my usual Thursday meeting downtown at 5

Then I get an email, turns out we don’t need to meet this time after all

Two Ways To React When Spilling Something

Taking requests for future posts

After the past week or so, I’ve realized that what I get the biggest kick out of posting on Tumblr are stories told through a gif or several gifs, whether about movies, TV shows, fandoms, etc. Gif sets are my new thing.

This has inspired me to do two things:

  1. Start collecting a lot, and I mean a LOT, of gifs. Gifs of everything, cats, infomercial fails, doctor who, the avengers, sunsets, laughing people, crying people, whatever
  2. I want to start taking requests from followers and non-followers alike on what they’d like to see me post, gif-wise. I get just as much fun out of posting one-gif stories as I do with several.

To make a long story short, send me requests. It can be for a specific gif, maybe a news story or tv show you think is interesting or funny, or a bunch of gifs about an adventure you or I had (you could tell me about a time you went to Six Flags, or have me talk about my first day of college), whatever you think would be cool. Anything and everything goes, request away! And I’ll be sure to keep posting random things too.

Keep Tumbling!

When someone asked me to explain Doctor Who yesterday

My first reaction was

I started with ‘It’s this show about a guy…’

‘…who’s an alien from outer space that has really awesome glasses…’

‘…and saves the world with various companions through space and time. It can be sad sometimes…’

‘…but usually, it’s beyond awesome.’