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alexandertheswell:

I LOVE SHARKS!!!!!!!!

I lost it at 0:21

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Author series by Ryan Sheffield. 1. Women authors

For sale on his Etsy Shop.

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egoting:

Some pictures from the rally today at Columbia. So much wonderful support for my sister and I! Emma and I are truly grateful to everyone who came, and everyone who was there in spirit.

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I feel nauseous and that’s probably why I can’t sleep. So I guess that makes this late night story time hahaha

The first time I really knew I liked a guy I thought I had food poisoning.

You see, I had liked him on and off about a year and a half before I finally met up and had a casual friend dinner sort of thing with him. It was nothing big, and I thought I had completely gotten over him.

I was really excited to eat dinner with him cause I hadn’t had a chance to eat much that day, and we were getting Thai food.

So we get to the restaurant and everything is going fine. When the food comes out I’m super stoked and start eating. But then I notice after eating maybe a third of my plate that I’m not that hungry—I lost my appetite. In fact, my stomach felt all unsettled and weird, like when you’re about to take a test and you haven’t studied at all.

Then I noticed that my face felt really flushed, which was weird cause I’m always the first person to get cold.

But then I thought, “Whatever.” It was probably my stomach acting up again, and I was probably hot cause we were sitting under one of those lights or whatever.

That’s when I notice that my heart is pounding. I can feel it racing, and I’m short of breath.

I didn’t really think much of it because it didn’t seem clinically significant. So we finish dinner and I go home to study for finals again.

But as I’m sitting there, all I can do is replay our conversations over and over and over in my head. And my heart won’t quit it, and my stomach is in a frenzy. And my goodness I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me.

You probably would have thought I’m smart enough to figure it out by now, but no. It wasn’t until the third day when I realized that I, in fact, did not have food poisoning and that I was just a girl head over heels for a boy LOL.

The stories go on, but that’s all for tonight :)

My parents have been married for over 30 years and I have been raised in their love. My mother told me my father used to send her a handwritten love letter every day when they were young in Somalia and sometimes twice a day when he missed her something bad. Love is having babies and fleeing a country in war together. It is being scared and being brave anyway. It is missing each other and always being friends. My parent’s love taught me that you need more than beautiful words for love to survive. Love is hard work, it is a commitment every day, it is doing what is necessary to make sure the other person is ok. My father somehow took care of a family of 12+ on a taxi cab driver’s salary and studied by a lamp’s light every night. My mother raised 10 children in a country hostile to their very existence with nothing but pure wit and strength. So I learned early on that love must manifest in actions. My favorite memory of them is how my mother would wait to eat until my father came home every day and them sitting together just laughing, talking, and loving. One time, my father took my mother’s hand and looked at us sitting around the table and told us, ‘you know, I love this woman. She is my best friend.’ And the way my mother still looks at my father, I know he’s not the only one who feels that way.
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So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.
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icecoldnukacola:

i’m cute as hell, which is incidentally where i came from

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onezia:

"Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time."

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