life isn’t measured by the number of breaths we take, but by how many moments” take our breath away.
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reblog this. NOW.
Reblog Reblog Reblog.(( THIS is why health care should be free/at least affordable.
What a shame… I wish the best for this little girl. ))
Poor girl. God bless her .xx
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A 14 years old boy got beaten half dead by his stepfather. His only fault was this that he tried to protect his little sister from being raped. Now he’s struggling for his life, but doctors say he won’t make it without a surgery. His mother doesn’t have money to pay it. tumblr donates 45 cents for every sharing or reposting.
Please Verify, Don’t Ignore thinking It thinking its FAKE
(Mother’s Number Not Disclosed For Security Reasons)
Doctor’s Contact Number: +91 20 6721 3400
Hospital Name: Sahyadri HospitalPlease reblog this more than once if possible, it’s Christmas.
You wonder why I’m insecure?
Because there are girls out there who look gorgeous without even trying. When they wake up they look like angels. when I wake up, I look like I just got out of a war. Those photogenic girls who look good in every photo. When someone takes a photo of me, my face looks half retarded. They don’t even need to dress nicely an they’ll still look good. How they can capture your attention just by walking past. I want to be able to do that.
Remember when we were 11 years old? And we couldn’t wait until we were teenagers? We looked at all those cool teens, with their cool cell phones, and cool Facebook’s. Their cool makeup and cool clothes. All those cool boys they hung out with & going to PG-13 movies, with their cool friends. We looked at them and thought they were so cool, because they listened to those cool IPods, and wouldn’t turn the volume down when their parents asked. We couldn’t wait to grow up. We couldn’t wait to wear that cool makeup, and hang out with those cool boys. We couldn’t wait to not listen to our parents & blame it on being a teenager.
And now that we’re teenagers, what were we thinking back then? Some of us put makeup on every morning, hoping that that one boy will notice us. We listen to our IPods so loudly to block out the world and all the drama. We’re sick of our cell phones and Facebooks. We turn off our phones. And log off of Facebook. Because we don’t want to talk to anyone. We can’t stand our friends & want to be a little kid again. So this is to all you non-teens, never grow up.
^ So True
