comeplayalong:

You can not conceptualize all of the people in the world, their feelings….needs, hurts, and happiness. It’s impossible…simply because you have never before experienced 8? billion people. 
It is so hard for me not to personally feel for accounts I read…situations I hear about. 
I can never know what the children feel like in the biographies I read from Nepal..India…Vietnam…and Uganda. I will never know, I can’t even imagine what it is like to be in their situations. I hate that. The women that bring me into their homes in Tehran…in Israel…I will only ever experience it second hand. We read lots of things that happen every day around the world…can we react..can we feel…? What it is hard for me to wrap my mind around is how I can finish an article and proceed as of life is normal. I can’t proceed to regular daily life. For me at least, what I read is life changing…perspective changing. Life is sad a lot…and sad around a lot of places. However, that is unknown if it isn’t shared…it doesn’t get better if it isn’t shared. 
I cannot feel for the billions around the world, but they are constantly on my mind. 
I have been told it is impossible to care for that many people…it is against human nature..I don’t believe that for a second. One human cannot survive on his/her own, we were put here for man..FOR each other. There just happens to be a lot of each other. Happiness needs to be shared…struggles need to be shared- just as we share information everyday, technology, business, whatever fill in the blank. We need to start sharing our human side.

comeplayalong:

You can not conceptualize all of the people in the world, their feelings….needs, hurts, and happiness. It’s impossible…simply because you have never before experienced 8? billion people.
It is so hard for me not to personally feel for accounts I read…situations I hear about.
I can never know what the children feel like in the biographies I read from Nepal..India…Vietnam…and Uganda. I will never know, I can’t even imagine what it is like to be in their situations. I hate that. The women that bring me into their homes in Tehran…in Israel…I will only ever experience it second hand. We read lots of things that happen every day around the world…can we react..can we feel…? What it is hard for me to wrap my mind around is how I can finish an article and proceed as of life is normal. I can’t proceed to regular daily life. For me at least, what I read is life changing…perspective changing. Life is sad a lot…and sad around a lot of places. However, that is unknown if it isn’t shared…it doesn’t get better if it isn’t shared.
I cannot feel for the billions around the world, but they are constantly on my mind.
I have been told it is impossible to care for that many people…it is against human nature..I don’t believe that for a second. One human cannot survive on his/her own, we were put here for man..FOR each other. There just happens to be a lot of each other. Happiness needs to be shared…struggles need to be shared- just as we share information everyday, technology, business, whatever fill in the blank. We need to start sharing our human side.

"It is the mind which creates the world about us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow. my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours."

— (via flyingsockies)

redpaperhouse:

Harold’s House
Harold, an elderly gentlemen, used to live across the road from me. He lived alone. 
He would spend his days peering at the street activity from behind his curtains. Occasionally he would nip outside to the bin store. Very occasionally to the shops.
He was frail and unkempt. His movement was sluggish and his walk was almost a shuffle. On dark Winter evenings, from behind the net curtains you could just make out the outline of his features. He never switched on the light.
I spoke to Harold one particularly snowy Winter. I knocked on his door and asked if he’d like anything from the shops. He was softly spoken. He politely answered that he was fine and thanked me for dropping by. He returned immediately to his veiled spying spot.

I liked Harold.

redpaperhouse:

Harold’s House

Harold, an elderly gentlemen, used to live across the road from me. He lived alone. 

He would spend his days peering at the street activity from behind his curtains. Occasionally he would nip outside to the bin store. Very occasionally to the shops.

He was frail and unkempt. His movement was sluggish and his walk was almost a shuffle. On dark Winter evenings, from behind the net curtains you could just make out the outline of his features. He never switched on the light.

I spoke to Harold one particularly snowy Winter. I knocked on his door and asked if he’d like anything from the shops. He was softly spoken. He politely answered that he was fine and thanked me for dropping by. He returned immediately to his veiled spying spot.

I liked Harold.

mary-jane-wanna:

Smoking the pot… at night

mary-jane-wanna:

Smoking the pot… at night

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did-you-kno:

Source

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jackandsallylovemaryjane:

biitchesaintshiibuthoesntriicks:

kingsofkush:

everlovingstars:

passionovermansions:

mellowsauce:

stonerwithaladyboner:

HOLY FUCK….

“Yo, you want me to load you a dab?”

Reblogging again…

wanttttt

One of the best GIFs I have ever seen

FOREVER GIVE THIS NOTE

I need friends who do this
And then eventually we’d do it
So it’d be a win win for everyone

jackandsallylovemaryjane:

biitchesaintshiibuthoesntriicks:

kingsofkush:

everlovingstars:

passionovermansions:

mellowsauce:

stonerwithaladyboner:

HOLY FUCK….

“Yo, you want me to load you a dab?”

Reblogging again…

wanttttt

One of the best GIFs I have ever seen

FOREVER GIVE THIS NOTE

I need friends who do this

And then eventually we’d do it

So it’d be a win win for everyone

(via sailorstoner)

weedporndaily:

(420Times) Curtis Kyle has cerebral palsy and has unfortunately had to rely on a wheelchair in order to be itinerant for his entire life. Now, Curtis is putting a little more reliance on his wheelchair as he labors to physically roll his way to Washington, D.C. as a form of protest regarding the federal government’s current prohibition of marijuana.

“I’m rolling my wheelchair to Washington D.C. from my home in Taylor, I’m hoping to get to the White House by the Fourth of July,” Curtis explained to WWJ’s Newsradio 950′s Brian Larsen.

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alyssalooneytumbls:

I don’t miss you, but I remember you. You taught a lesson and for that I give you gratitude. -Atmosphere