Walk through grape vines, Moseley Old Hall, Wolverhampton, England
All Original Photography by http://vwcampervan-aldridge.tumblr.com
Idk I just post weird stuff
yesterday i was depressed and my boyfriend told me this
If someone said this to me i would cry from happiness
I used to get texts like this 😍😖 so cute
crying because you just received what alot of us have been waiting for
I’ve reblogged before but I’ll reblog it again because your story broke my heart just stay strong
me: mom you need anything?
mom: no, thanks*me on the laptop*
mom: can you come help me?
Let’s take this
and put it in
yes??? Nintendo, are you taking notes?
Real life. The concept you’re thinking of is going outside.
yeah ok buddy I’m just gonna step outside and go talk to my neighbour the talking cat. the fuck kind of real life are you living?
Anderson Cooper saving a boy in Haiti during a shooting. A slab of concrete was dropped of the boys head.
Anderson fucking Cooper, everyone.
Some journalists like to be strictly observers. they don’t intervene, they don’t participate. they just document what they see, even if what they see is terrible. But the way I see it, journalists don’t exist in a vacuum. They are human beings, living and working in a very human environment. And that humanity is essential in relating to their stories. When you lose your humanity, you lose any kind of journalistic integrity you have left.