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n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
OMFG, I get this all the time. But I never knew there was a word for it^_^
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why do I cry so easy.Traci Wise:
“I found my son sitting having a moment with his daddy (SFC Benjamin Wise) the other day. We lost him January 15 in Afghanistan… we cannot forget about the incredible loss these children must undertake.”
Every follower of mine should reblog this.
idgaf that this is color. it is so touching and tragic. everyone should reblog this no matter what your blog type is!!!
OMG ;( Stay strong little guy. </3
Be brave little man!
omg ;(
literally broke my heart
I don’t even support the war, but this little guy is to younge to feel that pain. I wish I could help
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