I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
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Jonathan Carroll  (via theremina)

A man tipped his hat to me whe I was in Oxfam and it made me so damn happy. Small gestures for the win.

 
 
aubreylstallard:

Fredrik Söderberg
 

Orphan Black Comic Books.
Coming 2015 (x)

Orphan Black Comic Books.

Coming 2015 (x)

 

I came back to see your little face.

 
awesomedigitalart:

Beneath the Surface by juliedillon
 
bluebed:

For a 1954 Cheever story from the New Yorker archives. Thanks AD Jordan!
Speaking of the magazine’s archives, I read Ridgway’s Goo Book last night, it’s excellent.

bluebed:

For a 1954 Cheever story from the New Yorker archives. Thanks AD Jordan!

Speaking of the magazine’s archives, I read Ridgway’s Goo Book last night, it’s excellent.

 

ppyajunebug:

Wayne Brady has reached the level of Eternal Scout

 
 

White Northern Lights in Finland