humansofnewyork:

"My brother went to college in America, and it was very hard for my parents to send him there. My father worked two jobs. I’d always hear him talking to my mother about money troubles. So when I graduated from high school, I went straight to work, to help pay for my brother’s school. I never resented it, because I knew he was more intelligent than me, and he deserved it. But now he has a great job in Australia, and I wish that I’d gone to college. But you know what? That same brother married into a family with two sisters. He married the older sister. And at the wedding, I met the younger sister, we danced, and now we are married. Her name means ‘angel,’ and she is my angel. And I tell her every day that she’s better than being a millionaire. So my brother got his job. And I got my wife." (Dhana, Jordan)

humansofnewyork:

"My brother went to college in America, and it was very hard for my parents to send him there. My father worked two jobs. I’d always hear him talking to my mother about money troubles. So when I graduated from high school, I went straight to work, to help pay for my brother’s school. I never resented it, because I knew he was more intelligent than me, and he deserved it. But now he has a great job in Australia, and I wish that I’d gone to college. But you know what? That same brother married into a family with two sisters. He married the older sister. And at the wedding, I met the younger sister, we danced, and now we are married. Her name means ‘angel,’ and she is my angel. And I tell her every day that she’s better than being a millionaire. So my brother got his job. And I got my wife." (Dhana, Jordan)

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Bon Iver - Minnesota, WI

So carry on my dear, what is clear up in the daylight is we’re hung here

Fall is coming soon, a new year for the moon and the Hmong here

Medicine // Daughter

starkswaters:

FANGIRL CHALLENGE ♔ ten male characters {6/10}

↬ Tristan Thorn (Stardust, 2007)

          “I’m sorry what’s your name again?”, I ask as I take another swig of beer. He answers and I make it a point to touch his arm as I apologize for my bad memory. As he scratches his full black beard my fingers twitch to do the same. I smile a tooth filled smile and giggle when appropriate. He knows I’m flirting with him as does the rest of the room that seems to have hushed and leaned their ears just a hint towards our conversation.

          “Would you like to see my room. It’s just up the stairs.” I quietly mumble a sure and proceed to following him. The leaning ears are now unshy stares as we ascend the stairs. I’m struck with the notion this is not the first time he has shown someone his room that is just up the stairs. But, is that so bad? Can I judge him for an act that I am about to commit? No. The judgement is not validated and neither is theirs.

          His wide shoulders pass through the door and square to face the wall directly to the right. He scratches his beard again, a habit or nervous tick developed over time. There are pictures of men in their prime. Strong athletes, young men who now have long passed their peak. I turn to face the wall standing in his line of sight. As I stand and pretend to admire the strangers hung up like prizes in frames, he places his hand on my waist. I don’t protest so he becomes brave and slides his other hand on the other side of my hip.

          I allow him to pull me against his hard body, and I feel watched. The feeling drizzles down my body with his hands and it’s as if the corners are seeping with those unshy eyes. The glares I feel on the back of my head are the same I felt climbing those stairs. The room is suddenly filled with those same people, circled around him and I, in chairs. I can’t breathe and he mistakes this for desire. We move to the bed as they begin to shake their heads in disappointment.

 

“What would her mother say?”

 

“She’s just doing it for the attention.”

 

“What a skank.”

          I hear them whisper over and over again until I begin to pant. The action is once again mistaken for pleasure and we proceed to do exactly what they want me to do. Even the bed protests against our actions. Why am I here? Why am I doing this? For the pleasure I tell myself.

          Even as I repeat this in my head, I know it’s a lie. I do this because I need to know someone wants me. Whether what they want is my body or my approval, it doesn’t matter. I need to know I’m not what they say I am. I need convinced I am capable of being loved, even if that “love” lasts, on average, 8 to 10 minutes. Maybe that makes me selfish, or maybe it makes me weak. Either way, I just want kind convincing. I’ve had enough of unkind convincing.

 

“You look kinda bigger in that dress.”

 

“You’re so brave for showing your arms.”

 

“You can’t have a one night stand, you’re a woman.”

          The pace of our rubbing skin slows and I’m reminded of the people staring unashamed as they shame me. They fade as their head shaking also slows, and I no longer feel as if I’m being watched. No, what I fear now are the people downstairs. He grabs hold of my hand as I turn to find my shirt and quickly kisses me before he walks downstairs. I gather myself as I listen for the slaps on the back ,and way-to-go-man’s that are more than likely occurring downstairs. I gather new courage as I gather my clothes and finally decide to go downstairs.

          Before I touch my feet to the floor of the room I feel the peoples eyes slowly move towards me.

 

“What would her mother say?”

 

“She’s just doing it for attention.”

 

“What a skank.”


          The whispers proceed without humiliation as his friends congratulate him and I long to feel pretty again.

courtaa:

Seth Rogan for best boyfriend.

Ride along on an adventure where any lead character can die.”

Honest Trailers - Game of Thrones

awomanfromitaly:


bh cosmetics galaxy chic palette

this is only 12 fucking dollars and 4.9/5 with 50 reviews i’m buying 10

awomanfromitaly:

bh cosmetics galaxy chic palette

this is only 12 fucking dollars and 4.9/5 with 50 reviews i’m buying 10

"She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other,"

Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting  (via feellng)

"A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body."

(via raw-and-wild)

Wow….my current situation

(via intrinsicmotives)

eldigoblog:

Can’t Help Falling In Love With You (Cover) - Fleet Foxes 

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

But I can’t help falling in love with you…”

"My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night  (via 69rooms)

"When he wanted to take her picture, he didn’t tell her to smile, but told her “I love you” and her smile was more beautiful."

(via ajeebinsaan)