Oh, my heart. Photos by Andy Prokh.

(Source: mymodernmet.com)

imabookglutton:

Heartwarming Friendship Between a Girl and Her Cat - My Modern Metropolis 

imabookglutton:

Heartwarming Friendship Between a Girl and Her Cat - My Modern Metropolis 

(via bookporn)

mayrabananas:

In answer to Kafranbel’s condolences, the people of Boston write a message in solidarity with them and their struggle.
“Boston, bombings represent a sorrowful scene of what happens everyday in Syria. Do accept our condolences.” 19/04/2013
“Friends of Syria, we too hope for the safety of your families and for peace.” 20/04/2013

This is what this world needs more of.

mayrabananas:

In answer to Kafranbel’s condolences, the people of Boston write a message in solidarity with them and their struggle.

Boston, bombings represent a sorrowful scene of what happens everyday in Syria. Do accept our condolences.” 19/04/2013

Friends of Syria, we too hope for the safety of your families and for peace.” 20/04/2013

This is what this world needs more of.

(Source: freesyria)

Tags: Syria love

suninscorpio:

9 months pregnant hanging with my man and one of our babies
shot by suzanne emanuelsson

suninscorpio:

9 months pregnant hanging with my man and one of our babies

shot by suzanne emanuelsson

(via awelltraveledwoman)

“But if she says, ‘I love you,’ and I say, ‘I know,’ it’s beautiful and it’s acceptable and it’s funny,” he pleaded. “The point is, I’m not worried about myself anymore; I’m worried about her.” Harrison Ford about the “I know” line in Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back.
“But if she says, ‘I love you,’ and I say, ‘I know,’ it’s beautiful and it’s acceptable and it’s funny,” he pleaded. “The point is, I’m not worried about myself anymore; I’m worried about her.”
Harrison Ford about the “I know” line in Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back.

(via thrivingtwenties)

thatkindofwoman:


I’m excited for two decades from now.
I’m excited to reno an old farm house. To paint the walls white and laugh at the plaster in your hair. To rip up the floor boards and squeal at what we find underneath. To replace the shingles and ask ourselves one hundred times what on earth we got ourselves into.To make it our own. I’m excited to see lines at the corners of your eyes that spread out towards your hair. I’m excited to see your hair change colour and length and cut. I want to wake up beside your smile, with two extra decades of happiness, triumph, and pain behind it.
I can’t wait to bring you home flowers because you stubbed your toe on the way to shower that morning. To sit in front of the fireplace with you on a late December night with comfortable silence between us that only decades can bring. To tie a tire swing in the tree out back during a lazy July afternoon and watch your head fall back, full of laughter.
I’m excited to slam the doors. To scream at each other from opposite ends of the painted hallways. To give it up to you because it’ll never ever ever be worth it to see you upset. 
I’m excited for when we make up.
I’m excited to hear a baby crying. To hear little feet trotting down the hallway before jumping into our bed. For the late nights figuring out how we’re going to pay for groceries and back to school clothes and daycare and the mortgage. 
I’m excited for two decades from now. I know I’ve told you this countless times- but all this crazy bullshit is worth it, as long as you’re there waiting for me at the finish line.

gah, this is good. 

thatkindofwoman:

I’m excited for two decades from now.

I’m excited to reno an old farm house. To paint the walls white and laugh at the plaster in your hair. To rip up the floor boards and squeal at what we find underneath. To replace the shingles and ask ourselves one hundred times what on earth we got ourselves into.To make it our own. 

I’m excited to see lines at the corners of your eyes that spread out towards your hair. I’m excited to see your hair change colour and length and cut. I want to wake up beside your smile, with two extra decades of happiness, triumph, and pain behind it.

I can’t wait to bring you home flowers because you stubbed your toe on the way to shower that morning. To sit in front of the fireplace with you on a late December night with comfortable silence between us that only decades can bring. To tie a tire swing in the tree out back during a lazy July afternoon and watch your head fall back, full of laughter.

I’m excited to slam the doors. To scream at each other from opposite ends of the painted hallways. To give it up to you because it’ll never ever ever be worth it to see you upset. 

I’m excited for when we make up.

I’m excited to hear a baby crying. To hear little feet trotting down the hallway before jumping into our bed. For the late nights figuring out how we’re going to pay for groceries and back to school clothes and daycare and the mortgage. 

I’m excited for two decades from now. I know I’ve told you this countless times- but all this crazy bullshit is worth it, as long as you’re there waiting for me at the finish line.

gah, this is good. 

(Source: triponbroknbeats)

allgroweary:

My wife and I on our wedding day.

yesdarlingido:


[by Ryan Ray]
"I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea."

— Rumi (via realquiet)

(Source: liquidlightandrunningtrees, via theyardpdx)

Tags: wisdom love Rumi

Holy schnikies.

Holy schnikies.

"Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."

— Marc Hack   (via obliteratedheart)

(Source: blackshivers, via pasturesofplenty)