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The dress was made of live flowers, and literally fell to pieces along the runway, a symbol of decay : Alexander McQueen s/s 2007.
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When I was in kindergarten, there was a new girl named Mia who came from Japan, I believe, and I was assigned to be her helper because she couldn’t speak English. Over the few months we spent together, we became really close, and we had flashcards with the characters for an English word, and we could figure out what she was trying to tell us with those. I actually taught her quite a few different sentences and sayings in English after a while. I remember that she would get nosebleeds often, and each time I would escort her to the nurse, they would tell me to leave but she would make me stay with her. At our school we had a field day and me and her were never apart from each other the whole time. (Shown above) After a while, she had to move away with her family, and I never saw her again. I’ve really wanted to know how she’s changed for a very long time now. I know this is a long shot, but I’ve been wanting to talk to her again over some social network because I’ve missed her for a really long time, and I was hoping some of you guys would reblog for me. I can’t remember her last name.
^^Signal Boost (‘cause that’s such a cute story <3)
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“I have these size 12 boots for you, they are all-weather. Let’s put them on and take care of you.”
On Nov. 14, NYPD officer Lawrence DePrimo spotted a homeless man wandering around Times Square barefoot, his feet covered in blisters. DePrimo went to a shoe store, purchased a pair of leather boots, and brought them back for the man to wear. Armed with a smartphone camera, Arizona tourist Jennifer Foster captured the moment when DePrimo knelt down next to the man to help him put the shoes on, and the photo has gone viral.
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Eating tonkatsu in the airport as a last meal before I leave Japan has become a tradition. This cutlet in Haneda this morning was exceptional! Cut, breaded and fried in an open kitchen right in front of me. Why can’t all airport eating be this good?!