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Please help my uncle pay his medical bills.
I’m not usually one to ask for help, but I would really appreciate it if you’d take a few moments to read this.
My uncle Leo was just hospitalized for the second time within a week for carbon dioxide poisoning. His lungs aren’t fully functioning because of his overall ill health and because of the cancer in his lungs. The doctors had to stop administrating chemotherapy for his cancer because his body couldn’t handle it, and as a result the cancer in his lungs is growing. He struggles to breathe on his own and his body can’t expel the carbon dioxide like it is supposed to.
I set up a GoFundMe page to accept donations for his family to help them pay for his medical bills. His doctor is only giving him 3 weeks to 3 months to live, so his family may unfortunately may be saddled with funeral expenses soon as well. Even if you can only give $1, it would be greatly appreciated. Please keep his family in your thoughts and prayers and please share this so his family gets the help they deserve. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
The Queen’s College Library, Oxford. Although a library has existed since the college’s foundation in 1340-1 the upper “baroque” library was built between 1692-5, it is considered by many to be one of the finest rooms in Oxford university. Some of the woodcarving is attributed to Thomas Minnand Son, whilst James Hands did most of the elaborate plaster-work on the ceiling. Originally there were intended to be painted panels but Thomas Roberts finished the room in 1756 with rococo plaster work. There are stained glass portraits of Henry 1V, Charles II and Catherine of Braganza. (by Martin Beek)
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To be able to talk to your heart’s content about a book you like with someone who feels the same way about it is one of the greatest joys that life can offer.
—Haruki Murakami (via murakamistuff)
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I think we all have that one book that’s especially ours and we don’t want to share with anyone, because we’re embarassed to admit we like it or for fear that they’ll make fun of it, despise it, or won’t share our enthusiasm. That one book, it might not be your absolute favorite and it might not be especially well written, that you only reserve for youself because everyone else just won’t understand why you love it so much. That you’ve read over and over and over and keep coming back to, for reasons you don’t really understand either. Because there’s just something about that particular book, some magical quality it posesses, that makes you want to reserve it only for yourself. Because when you read that book, you’re transported somewhere that’s familiar and reminds you of home.
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