humansofnewyork:

A bit of context on this next series of photos: Dharamshala, India is where the exiled government of Tibet resides. Led by the Dalai Lama, nearly 100,000 Tibetan refugees live in this northern Indian city, where they seek to maintain their traditions and culture in exile. The long journey from Tibet to India includes a grueling 28 day walk through the Himalayan mountains. Many of the refugees make this trek as children, sent by their parents in hopes of studying their language and religion in freedom. In conclusion, here’s a young Tibetan monk playing with a kitten.

(Dharamshala, India)

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Last shoot of the summer.

THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW I HAVE EVER SEEN. ALL I HAVE DONE THIS WEEKEND IS PLAY POKER AND WATCH FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS AND IT WAS THE BEST DECISION I COULD HAVE MADE.

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thebloggerbloggerfun:

Just tried Turkish Delight for the first time. 

It was good, but not “Sell out my family to the White Queen” good. 

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miss you crazy people

Is this right?

I spent the day listening to my production manager try to make the DP happy with a plane ticket that cost 6000 instead of 4500 for a two day shoot. That’s more than I pay in rent for months…is this really ok? are these really priorities. 

This has been hands down the craziest month of my life but it was also the most rewarding. To everyone who is a part of the Myth Project, thank you. You have changed my life.

humansofnewyork:

"One day a crazy looking homeless guy came to the door, and we were about to close the door on him, but my mother saw him and shouted: ‘Hey Eugene!’ She knew his name! Then she ran around the kitchen putting all sorts of food into tupperware, and brought it out to him. After he left, we asked my mom why she gave him so much food. She told us: ‘You never know how Jesus is going to look when he shows up.’ She was always saying that— it was a spiritual thing. Then you know what happened? Two months later, that same man showed up on the door step, clean shaven, and wearing a suit. And he had an envelope with money for my mother. ‘Ms. Rosa always believed in me,’ he said. I’ll never forget it! Eugene was his name."

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