Live together, die alone

humansofnewyork:

"I have to leave the discipline to Mom. This one can feel that I’m about to yell at her before I say a word. So she runs up to me, gives me a hug, and starts crying right away. So how can I yell at her? And this one lets me yell at her, but her face turns very dark and resentful, and it’s scary. So what am I supposed to do then? So I let Mom do the yelling. They are very attached to me. Everyone sleeps in the same bed, and they won’t go to sleep unless they are resting their head on my shoulders. Dad’s shoulders only. And it’s hard to sleep. When I’m trying to sleep they, um, sometimes they, um, try to play with my nipples."
(Hanoi, Vietnam)


Goddamn dads are awesome. Let’s all be great dads you guys.

humansofnewyork:

"I have to leave the discipline to Mom. This one can feel that I’m about to yell at her before I say a word. So she runs up to me, gives me a hug, and starts crying right away. So how can I yell at her? And this one lets me yell at her, but her face turns very dark and resentful, and it’s scary. So what am I supposed to do then? So I let Mom do the yelling. They are very attached to me. Everyone sleeps in the same bed, and they won’t go to sleep unless they are resting their head on my shoulders. Dad’s shoulders only. And it’s hard to sleep. When I’m trying to sleep they, um, sometimes they, um, try to play with my nipples."

(Hanoi, Vietnam)

Goddamn dads are awesome. Let’s all be great dads you guys.

humansofnewyork:

"I was in the infantry. We were stationed in Laos when we heard on the radio that the treaty was signed and the war was over. Everyone started celebrating and screaming and lifting each other in the air. None of us cared that we’d lost the war. We were so tired of fighting. When we heard the news, we started waving our arms and celebrating with the same North Vietnamese soldiers that we’d been shooting at the day before. The times had made us fight each other. But we were all still Vietnamese." 
(Ho Chi Minh City \ Saigon, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"I was in the infantry. We were stationed in Laos when we heard on the radio that the treaty was signed and the war was over. Everyone started celebrating and screaming and lifting each other in the air. None of us cared that we’d lost the war. We were so tired of fighting. When we heard the news, we started waving our arms and celebrating with the same North Vietnamese soldiers that we’d been shooting at the day before. The times had made us fight each other. But we were all still Vietnamese." 

(Ho Chi Minh City \ Saigon, Vietnam)

meeresstille:

John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893)

1. Boar Lane, Leeds, by lamplight (1881)

2. Park Row,Leeds (1882)

3. Southwaark Bridge from Blackfriar’s (1882)

4. Old Chelsea

5. A moonlit lane (1874)

6. Shipping on the Clyde (1881)

7. Humber Docks, Hull (1884)

8. In Peril (The Harbour Flare)(1879)

9. Nightfall on the Thames (1880)

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Residents say they don’t expect Eric Frein to return: “Everyone has a gun. Everyone.”
Church turned junk yard is a good place for confession.

lastofthetimeladies:

It’s storming in New York City.

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aide-factory:

The surreal fashion photography by Miss Aniela

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