“Start on January 1st with an empty jar. Throughout the year write the good things that happened to you on little pieces of paper. On December 31st, open the jar and read all the amazing things that happened to you that year.”
I’m reblogging this again, to remind people that reblogged this earlier in the year with the “I’M GOING TO DO THIS” comments. Now, here it is. I’m reminding you. You said you would do this. Now join me and start this Tuesday.
I genuinely love this idea. I am going to do this. I will post pictures of my jar and everything.
Here is the thumbnail from every video submitted to Project for Awesome 2013, sorted alphabetically by YouTube username.
I also created a version that contains labels showing the YouTube username + charity for each video. You can view that at the link below, along with a full resolution version of the picture above. Warning: These are pretty large files.
In these last two hours of the Project For Awesome, please share this link with your friends and family and urge them to vote, so we can keep helping children dealing with cancer.
Fun fact for Americans: our money is technically made of plastic and they won’t get wet/gross when you accidentally wash them, and you also can’t rip any bills.
Everybody is in love with canadian money, the thing is who isn’t?
The funniest thing ever is to see canadians try to use american money. One of my friends asked me “HOW DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHICH ONE IS WHICH?! THEY’RE ALL THE SAME COLOR!”
its called reading the numbers
americans learn at an early age to differentiate between the faces of old white men
Why is the queen of England on Canadian money?
Because England basically raised Canada until we were old enough to make our own decisions.
America left home super early
and made bad life choices as a result.
The maple leaves on them are also scratch and sniff and smell like maple syrup
You seem nice. (= And you reblog things which are consistently of high quality and a compelling nature. Also, your tumblog is the only one I’ve found which seems like it would wear cat ears often, and I respect that.
Harry and Hermione made their way to the back of the room, where there was a small, vacant table between the window and a handsome Christmas tree, which stood next to the fireplace. Ron came back five minutes later, carrying three foaming tankards of hot butterbeer.
“Merry Christmas!” he said happily, raising his tankard.
Harry drank deeply. It was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted and seemed to heat every bit of him from the inside.
