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Rome: Just Like The Glory Of Rome
Rome: Just Like The Glory Of Rome

Just Like The Glory Of Rome

Rome: Just Like The Glory Of Rome
Rome: Just Like The Glory Of Rome

Just Like The Glory Of Rome

Rome: Building Rome
Rome: Building Rome

Building Rome

Rome: justawynaut: bunnyfood:Wait for it… Rome derp cat colony
Rome: justawynaut:

bunnyfood:Wait for it…


Rome derp cat colony

justawynaut: bunnyfood:Wait for it… Rome derp cat colony

Rome: Everything about this bar in Rome was epic
Rome: Everything about this bar in Rome was epic

Everything about this bar in Rome was epic

Rome: aqua-regia009: The angel of death striking a door during the plague of Rome (Detail), 1879. Engraving by Levasseur after Jules-Élie Delaunay
Rome: aqua-regia009:


The angel of death striking a door during the plague of Rome

 (Detail), 1879. 
Engraving by Levasseur after 
Jules-Élie Delaunay

aqua-regia009: The angel of death striking a door during the plague of Rome (Detail), 1879. Engraving by Levasseur after Jules-Élie...

Rome: You are not the true successor of Rome
Rome: You are not the true successor of Rome

You are not the true successor of Rome

Rome: Ayyyncient Rome
Rome: Ayyyncient Rome

Ayyyncient Rome

Rome: WWII and Rome are pretty cool though
Rome: WWII and Rome are pretty cool though

WWII and Rome are pretty cool though

Rome: sixpenceee:Angel of Grief is an 1894 sculpture by William Wetmore Story which serves as the grave stone of the artist and his wife at the Protestant Cemetery in Rome. 
Rome: sixpenceee:Angel of Grief is an 1894 sculpture by William Wetmore Story which serves as the grave stone of the artist and his wife at the Protestant Cemetery in Rome. 

sixpenceee:Angel of Grief is an 1894 sculpture by William Wetmore Story which serves as the grave stone of the artist and his wife at the...

Rome: artist-mcescher:Nocturnal Rome, Colosseum, 1934, M.C. Escher
Rome: artist-mcescher:Nocturnal Rome, Colosseum, 1934, M.C. Escher

artist-mcescher:Nocturnal Rome, Colosseum, 1934, M.C. Escher

Rome: allthingseurope:The Spanish Steps, Rome (by That Photo Taker)
Rome: allthingseurope:The Spanish Steps, Rome (by That Photo Taker)

allthingseurope:The Spanish Steps, Rome (by That Photo Taker)

Rome: Humans of New York 5 hrs "I used heroin for ten years. It wasn't a very good life, as you'd expect. I had my son taken from me. I lost my job at the Fiat factory. I spent all my time trying to find money, find dealers, and stay away from police. I hated myself. I couldn't face anyone. Then one day my friend's dog had puppies. I'd never had a dog before, but I always liked animals- so I told him to give me the smallest and ugliest one he had. The one nobody else wanted. And that's how I got Joe. Joe was the angel of my life. We understood each other. There was no need for words. He followed me around all the time. He slept next to me on the street. The moment I opened my eyes in the morning he would lick my face. He gave me self-esteem. I was a complete loser but at least I could take care of Joe. I could bring him to the park. I could bring him to the vet. I could raise enough money to get his medication. He's the reason I was finally able to quit heroin. Because if something happened to me, what would happen to him? So I got clean. It was hard but I got clean. Joe lived for another thirteen years. He got a tumor in 2012 and held on a few more months. I barely survived it. I was able to stay off drugs, but I promised myself that I'd never get another dog. It's just too painful. But two years ago I found Leica beneath a mobile home. She was all skin and bones. She'd been abandoned. I didn't have a choice. For the first few months I called her Joe. But I had to stop. Because Joe'ss gone. And the name doesn't really matter, anyway. It just matters that I love her." (Rome, Italy) i thought this belonged here a very wholesome story
Rome: Humans of New York
 5 hrs
 "I used heroin for ten years. It wasn't a very good life, as you'd expect. I had
 my son taken from me. I lost my job at the Fiat factory. I spent all my time
 trying to find money, find dealers, and stay away from police. I hated myself.
 I couldn't face anyone. Then one day my friend's dog had puppies. I'd never
 had a dog before, but I always liked animals- so I told him to give me the
 smallest and ugliest one he had. The one nobody else wanted. And that's
 how I got Joe. Joe was the angel of my life. We understood each other.
 There was no need for words. He followed me around all the time. He slept
 next to me on the street. The moment I opened my eyes in the morning he
 would lick my face. He gave me self-esteem. I was a complete loser but at
 least I could take care of Joe. I could bring him to the park. I could bring him
 to the vet. I could raise enough money to get his medication. He's the reason
 I was finally able to quit heroin. Because if something happened to me, what
 would happen to him? So I got clean. It was hard but I got clean. Joe lived
 for another thirteen years. He got a tumor in 2012 and held on a few more
 months. I barely survived it. I was able to stay off drugs, but I promised
 myself that I'd never get another dog. It's just too painful. But two years ago I
 found Leica beneath a mobile home. She was all skin and bones. She'd
 been abandoned. I didn't have a choice. For the first few months I called her
 Joe. But I had to stop. Because Joe'ss gone. And the name doesn't really
 matter, anyway. It just matters that I love her."
 (Rome, Italy)
i thought this belonged here a very wholesome story

i thought this belonged here a very wholesome story