the storm before the calm

Morgan. 22. NH/OH.
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Jul 12

coraregina:

rufflesnotdiets:

dearie-17:

I just think Nani is the greatest sister ever

This is some of the most realistic sibling dialogue in popular media

I love Nani so much, omg. She is amazing.


Jun 27
“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised,
Because every night I tell her about you.”
Shahrazad al-Khalij  (via psych-facts)

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Jun 21
“He and I began to give each other more gifts. Small things we made or found in a dusty corner of a pawnshop window. Things no one else wanted. Crosses of braided hair, tarnished charms, and haiku valentines made with bits of ribbon and leather. We left notes, little cakes. Things. As if we could plug up the hole, rebuild the crumbling wall. Fill the wound we had opened to let other experiences in.” Patti Smith, Just Kids (via chazkeats)

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Jun 15
deadlyflashesofgreen:

ancientgreecebuildings:

thebacchant:

The temple of Apollo, located in Delphi, Greece. Delphi was originally home to Mother Earth, Gaea and guarded by the Python. Apollo slayed the Python and took over, making Delphi his sacred/ worship spot.
 The temple was primarily where (male) citizens would go to seek the Delphic Oracle, Pythia (priestess acting as a medium through whom advice or prophecy was sought from the gods in classical antiquity) to learn about their prophecy. Citizens never had direct contact with her; whatever the Pythia prophesied, a male priest would repeat back to the citizen asking.
 The Pythia had to be a female virgin and sat on a tripod over the Adyton, which is the crack in the Earth, where apparently the Python’s body was that was rotting, in which the Pythia would inhale the vapors from the earth to bring her into a “trance-like” state of being, where she would prophesize about the future of those who wanted answers. There is another theory that she may of chewed laurel leaves (which are poisonous) or she drank undiluted wine.

A great photo; Delphi is such a breathtaking place - no wonder that ancient Greeks regarded it sacred

I want to go back :(

deadlyflashesofgreen:

ancientgreecebuildings:

thebacchant:

The temple of Apollo, located in Delphi, Greece. Delphi was originally home to Mother Earth, Gaea and guarded by the Python. Apollo slayed the Python and took over, making Delphi his sacred/ worship spot.


The temple was primarily where (male) citizens would go to seek the Delphic Oracle, Pythia (priestess acting as a medium through whom advice or prophecy was sought from the gods in classical antiquity) to learn about their prophecy. Citizens never had direct contact with her; whatever the Pythia prophesied, a male priest would repeat back to the citizen asking.


The Pythia had to be a female virgin and sat on a tripod over the Adyton, which is the crack in the Earth, where apparently the Python’s body was that was rotting, in which the Pythia would inhale the vapors from the earth to bring her into a “trance-like” state of being, where she would prophesize about the future of those who wanted answers. There is another theory that she may of chewed laurel leaves (which are poisonous) or she drank undiluted wine.

A great photo; Delphi is such a breathtaking place - no wonder that ancient Greeks regarded it sacred

I want to go back :(

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Jun 9

What is love to you?

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Apr 28

O stones, Listen to the Music

Riyadh Alsalih Alhussain 

The beginning is tomorrow
And tomorrow is neither a tie nor a pair of fancy shoes,
The beginning is tomorrow
And tomorrow is neither a crossword puzzle nor the Havana Conference.
The beginning is tomorrow
And tomorrow, under the guillotine or in chains,
I will call for the new life;
For the life they talk about in books,
The life we see in TV ads,
The life that sleeps on the sidewalks
Is not the life we want.

 

Tomorrow,
I will not talk about the passions of Christ,
As the carpenters of crosses expect.
I will not play with children
So the UNICEF won’t rebuke me.
Because tomorrow,
In stark simplicity and desperation,
I will stretch my heart forward and demand only:
Work, bread, books, security, travel etc.. 

I am not a junk seller,
Nor a Marlboro’s smuggler;
I do not own a gun to commit suicide,
A bomb to hijack a plane,
I did not sell my heart in an auction,
I did not buy whiskey from a duty-free market,
I did not kill a man,
I did not slap a woman with a flower,
Why then… why?
O trees that do not love music,
Why every time the grave-diggers see me,
They rub their hands in joy,
And ask me to visit them? 

Since stone knives
To tube babies,
I have been looking for freedom..
I sleep and sing,
Work and squeeze napkins,
Wait and peel onions,
And in the morning or in the evening,
At seven or twenty four,
I enter the room and sit down,
I: white heart and blue hands. 

We, the children of tomorrow,
Still sleep in cemeteries;
The cemeteries
Between lemon trees and snipers’ rifles.
We, the children of tomorrow,
Still stand under the small sky,
And near this poor world,
(Yesterday, today, and tomorrow)
Stretching our hearts to passersby:
A song, friends
A kiss, brothers
A song and a kiss for God;
A kiss for the first day of the year,
A song for the last day! 

Tomorrow…
Do not run away from me
To depressing streets,
I opened the door for you;
Come, get in, kiss me,
Talk to me, Sleep with me;
They are waiting for you at the street corner,
With a loaded gun. 

The end is tomorrow:
Yesterday we met,
Today I kissed you,
And tomorrow we will part.
The beginning is tomorrow:
Yesterday the massacre happened,
Today they buried the dead,
And tomorrow a new massacre will happen. 

Tomorrow, an old friend:
(Thousands are dying in Santiago’s prisons.)
Tomorrow, an old astronomer:
(Pisces will go to hell.)
Tomorrow, a tall peasant woman:
(Rain is scarce this year.)
Tomorrow…
A letter from an anonymous woman:
(I want to talk to you throughout the month of September.)

 

Hot as an ember,
Simple as water,
Clear as a bullet,
And I want to live,
Isn’t this enough?
O stones that do not love music.

[Translated from the Arabic by Mona Kareem


Apr 24

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist  (via suchvodka)

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Apr 21
“If you don’t get excited when you’re about to kiss someone then you probably shouldn’t be kissing them. It should get you riled up inside and should not be mediocre.” (via l-yps)

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Apr 12

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Mar 20

5by5kevin:

Roses are red
And true love is rare
Booty booty booty booty
Rockin’ everywhere

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Mar 7

staythatswhatimeanttosay:

staythatswhatimeanttosay:

In case you are a fan of same sex unions, weddings in general, or are just really itching to know what I look like (or my wife, as I haven’t posted a picture of her yet [she’s the adorable one in the suspenders]) here’s the promised wedding picture spam.

Best day of my life. 

Okay, but see here’s the thing. I want all of you to understand this thing:

I posted these wedding photos because this was the most amazing day of my life. I’ve been married for about two months, and goddammit, it has been just the best, you know? Like, this woman, in these photographs? She’s incredible. She’s unreal. She’s kind and she’s thoughtful and she’s everything I never thought I deserved. She’s the woman who I get to spend the rest of my ridiculously lucky life with.

It’s so simple to me, to us.

But it’s so complicated to so much of the world. She and I can’t walk into the grocery store holding hands. I get tight-lipped when someone compliments my ring at work because I can’t determine if they are going to be “cool” with it or not. If they’ll report me for being “inappropriate” in our online survey. Again. My wife was fired from a job as a driver for a children’s occupational therapist because her boss saw us kiss at the mall— because she couldn’t have “that kind of person” around children. I walked myself down the aisle at my wedding because a church told my parents that it wasn’t possible for them to attend my wedding.

And we’ve had it so easy! Our lives have been blissfully carefree compared to so many. We have the most amazing friends and family and life is pretty fucking sweet.

But here’s the thing I wanted to tell you. This post I made, to try to just share my little square of happiness with my little square of the internet, has literally tens of thousands of notes. Tens of thousands. I’ve gained hundreds of followers and my inbox runneth over. And not a single message I’ve received, not a single reblog that I have been able to find, has had anything to say but amazing, beautiful, kind words of congratulations. No bullying. No trolling. No inappropriate offers or lewd remarks. Out of tens of thousands.

That’s not something I’m used to. It’s not something anyone in the LGBTQ community is used to.

Do you even get how amazing you are? You, the denizens of Tumblr. Do you understand that? I am so exceedingly proud of you, you wacky kids. You are all such incredible people, with such kind and open hearts, and I wish I could hug each and every one of your necks. 

So if you are having any sort of rough day, please know that there is this tiny lesbian couple in northeast America who likes you just a whole lot, okay? You’ve overwhelmed us. 

Thank you. We love you.

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Feb 20

brouhahaha said: Any tips for intimidated first-timer girls that want to go into a comic shop and order Lumberjanes? Like, will shops know what I'm handing them or will they be like "who are you what is this why are you here?"

gingerhaze:

1. Wear your favorite plaid shirt
2. Take your best friend with you, because friendship
3. The comic shop employees should be happy to get the form because all the information is on it and they don’t have to look anything up, thus making their jobs easier
4. If they are rude, take the form back, yell A CURSE UPON THIS SHOP, then take your business to another shop
5. If you can actually perform curses, that would be ideal.
6. Walk away in slow motion as the shop explodes behind you. Don’t look at the explosion. Taylor Swift’s “Trouble” plays.
7. “They shouldn’t have messed with me” you say grimly
8. I forgot what we were talking about


Jan 20

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Jan 10

livemylief:

love poems from 2011, thank u amina for makeing this into a gif set

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Dec 28

I learned long ago that home is a word that applies to people, not places.

Amy Martin, Shades of Earth, by Beth Revis  (via hnji)

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