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foshoitsnikki:

And in that moment everyone realized that Forrest knew. He knew he was “special” and not like everyone else despite going to regular school and college. He knew that he wasn’t like everyone else mentally and his biggest fear was that his son would have to face life like that too. The bullies, the name calling, the confusion, everything. This broke my heart because all he wanted was a better life for his son in every way.

This part always makes me tear up.

oh my. the feelsdhfaiusdfhasi

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The prisoner defiantly stares down Heinrich Himmler, Hitler’s right-hand-man, who was responsible for the Holocaust. Greasley’s confrontation with Himmler took place during an inspection of the camp he was confined to. The inmates were ordered to remain seated, but Greasley refused. Horace Greasley also escaped the death camp, but sneaked back in to rescue a German woman whom he had fallen in love with.

this is amazing

Wait it gets better, he escaped from the camp 200 times to meet with the woman he was in love with and returned after every time because there was no other place to go to. He also wrote an autobiography omfg this dude is seriously awesome

why hasnt this got more notes, seriously this guy was in a concerntration camp and all you guys reblog is fluffy chickens

I dont give a fuck what kind of blog i have this will always be in my blog and I better find on my dash again …. This should be the most famous pic on tumblr not a picture of a model… THIS !!!

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aimeejajalla:

I’m in a far more convenient place now. It never runs out of water here—a luxury we were deprived in Pisay. The mall’s only an 11-peso ride away and finally, I’m not forced to settle with Alex food, mourn over lights-off and no eating junk food policies, cram for Research and constantly fear for Ma’am Vilma’s scary late-night visits. In a sense, I am in a better place now.

But I’d still give everything to (literally) walk down Pisay road again.

It was hard. It was crazy. It was mentally draining.

But it was every bit wonderful.

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