Remind yourself daily, that every time you start the day, you're starting anew...

 

comakid:

acoustic songs by people with voices that aren’t anything special but with emotions and lyrics and chords that are honest and pure and you listen to them when you are alone in your bedroom and you start to touch yourself inappropriately but innocently and you know that there is someone out there getting tangled up in the same song and if they are not alone in their bedroom but they are on a bus rather and they lick their lips and hold tight to the book that you let them borrow that they are reading and they sigh and pull their legs into themselves and look around and notice beautiful people but they don’t give a shit because they have a connection to someone who is the most beautiful thing in the world. it feels like roller coasters and those voices that make your whole body tingle so you don’t pay attention to the words and they take you away. but this person, you care about every single word that they have to say. when you sift away, you ask them to repeat themselves. they get upset cos they think that you weren’t listening. you try to explain the situation. they silence you with a kiss and give you your book back with pressed flowers and a cute handwritten note in it.

humansofnewyork:

“I never had any family growing up. But I still went to school everyday. One day, when I was in eleventh grade, my English teacher came up to me and said: “If you graduate, I’ll adopt you. I’ll show you the life. You’ll do things you never dreamed of.” And he kept his promise. He made it legal and everything. On the day I graduated, he was the only family I had there. My father’s taken me everywhere since then. I’ve done all kinds of things.”

humansofnewyork:

“I never had any family growing up. But I still went to school everyday. One day, when I was in eleventh grade, my English teacher came up to me and said: “If you graduate, I’ll adopt you. I’ll show you the life. You’ll do things you never dreamed of.” And he kept his promise. He made it legal and everything. On the day I graduated, he was the only family I had there. My father’s taken me everywhere since then. I’ve done all kinds of things.”

humansofnewyork:

“We divided our life into two periods: Before Tango and After Tango. Dancing kept us together.” 


Dear HONY,

I wanted to tell you about Alex “Tango” Turney. Alex is 92 years old and one of the most amazing men I’ve ever met. He stays out til 3 AM dancing on Saturday nights and goes on hot air balloon rides. I started out volunteering as a friendly visitor, but now its been two years since we’ve met and I try and spend as much time with him as possible. His stories, his philosophy, and the love he still holds for his deceased wife make every moment with him so meaningful.

Florence