98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.
I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.
by Audrey Niffenegger (via winterkristall
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.
by Edgar Allan Poe (via winterkristall
summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell