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So, this is probably the type of cake I'd get you because you'd want to try every slice in the shop :)

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Boats and boating--Equipment and supplies

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@Manjitthapp

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I'd rather hide behind flowers than sunglasses...

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I'd rather hide behind flowers than sunglasses...

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Because Breakfast in Bed makes everyone smile :)

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Because Breakfast in Bed makes everyone smile :)

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Contributor: Radhika

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I'm Taking My Body Back | Rupi Kaur | TEDxKC

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Author: Shruti
Note: Listen to the song under the post "The Song for Letter" while reading this :)

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I think this always helps lighten up the mood when there's a writing block and you want to think about something other than writing!

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Elise By Olsen is 16 year old and is the editor-in-chief of youth culture magazine Recens Paper. In her talk, she hopes to bring clarity about Generation Z and the essential themes from the youth point of view

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A manifest from Generation Z | Elise By Olsen | TEDxOslo

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Elise By Olsen is 16 year old and is the editor-in-chief of youth culture magazine Recens Paper. In her talk, she hopes to bring clarity about Generation Z and the essential themes from the youth point of view. 16 years old, Oslo-based and the editor of Recens Paper.

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You can find more of his work on this link. He's truly brilliant. Something about his work just makes you want to start writing. https://in.pinterest.com/search/pins/?q=andrej%20Mashkovtsev&rs=typed&term_meta[]=andrej%7Ctyped&term_meta[]=Mashkovtsev%7Ctyped

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My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again. ―Caitlyn Siehl

#TodaysConvo

artwork by Marion Fayolle

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My mother tells me that when I meet someone I like, I have to ask them three questions: 1. what are you afraid of? 2. do you like dogs? 3. what do you do when it rains? of those three, she says the...

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Tea Dance - 1920s, 30s, 40s Vintage Tea Party (Past Perfect) Full Album

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I thought this was really beautiful because it made me forget how horrible these apps can be sometimes.

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Contributor: Gana
Dear Karu, Happy Birthday!! I hope you have the most amazing day and a phenomenal fun filled year ahead. Can't believe its been 17 years since we first met, times flown buy hasn't it?. I think you were my first friend I made in school, I think I've already told you that. Even though we haven't met that often in recent years I would say you are one of the few people who know me well. I guess it's all the time I spent camping at your place when mom and dad were out on sick leave. You know, those days when I stayed at your place I was that kid who didn't give a shit about anything apart from having a blast playing football and I remember one night we both were in our t-shirts and pyjamas ready to sleep and you were lecturing me about how important it was to comb your hair and brush your teeth on the staircase in Kartiks room, I was like what is this girl about just don't get what she's saying. My opinion has changed so much your such a loveable and caring person and most thing's you say make a lot of sense to me now. I remember how I found it really funny when you wanted to call up my ex and shout at her when you didn't really know if I was a prick or not in our break up. Everyone needs a constant in their life who cares so much. I'm so grateful and lucky to have you. Love you loads. Happy Birthday again!!

PS
I've had a bath. You have no excuse you got to come home some time soon.

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This is a part of a scene from the series THIS IS US, which i highly recommend you watch.
In this scene, Kevin, one of the protagonists, explains to his little nieces what he thought of the story he had auditioned to be an actor for. They had questioned him about death and what happens after we die, and he scared them by telling them that everyone dies and that's just how it is. So now, he's trying to make them feel better. It's so nice :)

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This Is Us - Kevin's Painting of Life (Episode Highlight)

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What if life is a painting and we're all in it - and we're all just one? Share this moment using #ThisIsUs. " Subscribe for More: http://bit.ly/NBCThisisUs " This is Us Returns Tuesday September 26 9/8c on NBC!

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Contributor: Nimmi
Note: I'm not so good at poetry and I don't know if the grammar is right but anyway here it goes :)

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Contributor: Aishwarya B

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The light, the first time we spoke, really spoke, was the sickening white of a tubelight,
in a hospital corridor. And in that white tubelight light, we realised we had the same thought before: could everyone really see the same colour that other’s could? How could we ever even know, if that white tubelight light that I saw was the same that you did?

But even if we knew that perhaps we saw entirely different rainbows, even then there was an inkling, some fire, that we had known each other for much longer than that first time we really spoke, under the sickening white tubelight light in a hospital corridor.

And then again, almost five years later, we both sat, miles and miles apart, in the middle of the night, again thinking, how differently we both experience the world. You on your side of the phone, perhaps on your bed, me sitting cross-legged in my balcony watching the flashing reds-yellows of passing cars and streetlamps. And then we wondered, could anyone else on the planet -- two other girls, be doing what we are? Maybe they saw different colours, but weren’t there too many people on the planet, for it to be impossible that there weren’t two other girls - one sitting on her bed, the other watching reds-yellows of passing cars and streetlamps, who were also wondering about us?

And then there is the red leaves of the tree when you turn around KFC towards our PG, red for you, red for me, who even knows what red is, but we would notice when the season came for them to change colour, walking down the road towards where white smoke would drift into grey clouds, white and grey for you, white and grey for me, but who knows what white and grey are.

And somewhere, in this immense loneliness of having a rainbow that I only I know, there was another girl across the country wondering the exact same thing, maybe at the exact same time, and maybe then we wondered about each other too, and then, it couldn’t have been long before we met.

And somehow, when these two girls met, it didn’t matter that they saw different colours or words meant different things to them, they had already wondered about each other long before they met. They’d already known each other for a long, long time.

The universe must have been waiting for us to meet in that hospital corridor with sickening white tubelight light.
- Shikha

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Finally my story, so you can sleep well :)

-Sanah