Just Jaz

doctorwho:

Very hard to play

but nice to dance to

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alexinthetardis:

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I had a little look inside me last night, to find out what my greatest desire was.
It took awhile to sift through all my petty wants, and it was pretty deep digging. When I found it, I realised that I knew what my greatest desire had been all along.

At the moment it seems unachievable, but that doesn’t make it any less possible.
I have accepted the challenge, and I will complete it! 
God, help me. 

doctorwho:

We at the Doctor Who Tumblr would like to say that we have full faith in Matt as a torch bearer.

taintedtreasure:

#he’s gonna burn down cardiff

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californiadesert:

Bob Dylan’s answering machine message, Summer 1975.

This is too great not to reblog. 

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cswazz:

excessivemissense:

jaxthevampire:

Every frame of the Harry Potter movies, condensed into a barcode.

#oh my god #look at this #how it starts off with reds and oranges and purples #bright colors #and then it gets continuously darker towards the end #it’s so fitting to the story #and then there is that strip of white at the end #which has to be the king’s cross scene #and it’s just #light #in a dark time #which is extremely beautiful

And that white stripe. kjsdhfsjkdhf we know what that is from. 

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It was my desktop background for a little while lol

the most beautiful barcode ever

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are you sure

are you really sure, biebersgurl4ever1

that you never listen to bieber

are you totally sure

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did-you-kno:

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You’re like: What do I say?

“Oh my God, Who am I?”

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secrettreehouse:

mishalmoorebloggyblog:

As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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First time in my life, Mum has complimented my outfit (and I appreciated it). She said that all I needed now was a pair of kick-ass ankle boots! :D

I was just reading through my blog (retagging a couple of posts if you really wanted to know), when I came across this post.

I felt really proud of myself until … I couldn’t remember what outfit I was wearing.

I broke the soap dispenser at work.

Brilliant way to start a post isn’t it? A brilliant way to end your first go at sweeping the floor as well. That’s probably why they won’t let me do anything other than counter. Although, after getting quite enthusiastic with the apple pie selling competition (which I won, by the way Chloe), I’m not too sure if they’re happy for me to be anywhere.

I accidentally scared away two customers with my frivolous arm-waving antics.

Nearing the end of our shift, the manager challenged Chloe and I to sell as many apple pies as we could. Chloe managed to sell two right off the mark. Ten minutes later I was still on zero, but it wasn’t for lack of trying!

I asked this one guy whether he would like an apple pie with his meal (his girlfriend looked keen) but he shook his head.

“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to up-sell, aren’t you? Yeah, I’m a sales rep, I would know. You can’t sell anything to a sales rep. But I’ll give you ten points for trying.”

I was quite pleased with my ten points and, admittedly, I did brag about them for quite a while. That was, until, someone bought an apple pie!

“Chloe! Someone bought an apple pie!”

Then, someone bought two!

I double fist pumped the air, “YUSS!”

I was winning!

In the end it was 7 - 5 to me :D Although, I suppose the seventh didn’t count, because we actually ran out of apple pies and so the customer didn’t actually get an apple pie, but if we did, they would’ve bought it!

Oh, and don’t forget my ten points!

Chloe’s folks had decided to have dinner at McDonald’s that night, and I happily served them! When Chloe’s youngest sister came up for dessert, she ordered two caramel sundaes, but the runner misread the computer and made two chocolate sundaes. He sighed and put them in the fridge before making the caramel sundaes.

This story is important, because I was bold enough to go up to the manager after our shift and imply that I wanted them.

“Um, there are two … no, three (because someone mixed up a plain sundae order) sundaes in the fridge …” and then I smiled childishly

The manager smiled back and nodded head, “Sure, go ahead”

Score! I got them, and gave the plain sundae to him, and the other choc sundae to Chloe, who was also in the office, chatting to the manager.

I drove myself home in Mum’s GRRWL car, and found a slice of a strange pie left for my dinner. Lo and behold, the “Fishy Pasta Thing”:

Talk about gourmet! Man, this is why I don’t eat McDonald’s! There is just too much good food out there to waste your stomach on boring Western fast food.

May I congratulate my mother for making a wonderful specimen of good food.

Although, yes, I did eat a pig fat ice cream from McD’s tonight, but … it was free. Who can deny free food? But remember, never buy crappy Western fast food. You’re wasting money, calories, and stomach space. But always accept free things :D

Pssh, no, of course I wasn’t practising my earth-bending outside. Where did you get that idea from?

ninekingscorrupted:

just-keep-swimmingswimming:

Heath Ledger as the Joker skate boarding over Christian Bale as Batman while they take a break on the set of The Dark Knight.

You can all quit your lives now. Single greatest picture in the history of pictures and internet.

GLORIOUS. 

I will always reblog this.

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