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I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn’t impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.

Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies  (via getoffyourfeetandmakethiscount)

people who suck.

domesticnoise:

is everyone trying to make the world a better place? i am trying every day to make the world better – i work with kids to try and make their lives better & introduce them to cool people who they can do fun things with so they can have meaningful friendships with adults who aren’t their parent because it is so great to have cool adults in your life and in this crazy world we need some structures to help support that concept.  i am also striving not to be an asshole ALL THE TIME, i am mega-hard on myself for failing at being perfect all of the time but i am NEVER AN ASSHOLE intentionally. i don’t quite understand if there are people in my life, in my privileged little beautiful town, who don’t want to make the world a little bit better… i am struggling with people who i know who clock in and clock out without passion, who are kind of mean, who are not nice to animals, who are generally selfish, who are mean to the cashier at the grocery store for no reason… i am struggling with the constant barrage of people who don’t give a fuck or who are purposefully trying to fuck things up… i won’t understand it but i wish i could create a barrier between it & me so that it doesn’t upset me so much or break me down or suck my energy right out of me…

something to think about…

I thought of Christophe, the sweet man who had picked us up an hour before Paris yesterday, and taken us directly to the public transit station so we wouldn’t get stuck trying to hitch through the city. I thought: I believe in people. It’s not the mystical benevolence of god that count I count on day-to-day, it’s the goodness of other human beings, the kindnesses lying ready in the human heart. I believe in the goodness of people and people bring me goodness. It was this wash of gratitude that I stuck out my faithful thumb on the A-10.

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