98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well known fixture around several of the city’s churches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.
This guy is so… awesome. Amazing. Inspiring.
OK crying. restored faith in humanity…
Anonymous asked: Weird. I'm a completely different anonymous person but I have to admit I'm in the same boat as the other anon. To a T. I wish I could help too, you meant a lot to me. I guess the ironic part is that you desire friendships yet you've evidently let valuable friendships go. Perhaps paying attention to those who care about you instead of focusing on those you want to care about you would be beneficial to you. Not to be snide, just an observation. I hope you get the help you need and find happiness.
The only friendships I ever let go of are those that didn’t show me the satisfaction of true friendship. I desire friendships with people that are willing to make me feel special, like I mean something to them, and I have NEVER really fully had anything like that. I give a lot and never receive so if people are willing to show me the friendship I have given then I will see it, but since no one does that I will be taking meds to deal with that fact.
Rossy de Palma and Marina Abramovic
2013
Oil and used computer disks on wood
140cm x 99cm
G000)00000OOooooOO0))0000D MORN.
troy and amani and abed in the moooorning.
I don’t know if you can tell with this shity webcam photon, but my hair is straight up growing in pink. It’s naturally dirty blonde, but in the summer it used to have a tendency to go a little strawberry when I was a kid but never fucking pink. I wanted to dye my hair a nice coral, Cyndi Lauper-esque, neon orange and my hair is taking care of my roots for me. it’s amazingly insane. I’m going to have the most insane 3 days coming up and I’m probably going to dye my hair tonight too since this shit is crazy, I’m going to try and avoid my roots and see if I can just cover up the green, but I’m a pretty shitty hairdresser.
“Programming the Brain” from www.3D4Medical.com
Anonymous asked: I've been thinking about you recently. I haven't been on tumblr in awhile so I decided to lurk your page. I was sorry to read about the ordeals you've been going through. I wish we still talked regularly so I could help out. I feel like me returning to your life would cause more turmoil, so i'd just like you to know that you have my support and I believe you're strong enough to get through anything. Never stop reaching.
I have no idea who this is from thanks I guess?
