to-ske:

you, girl are not short, other than physically. you, girl are strong and stable. you are unstoppable. you have dreams and are utterly excited for them, too.
there is no way in hell that you,girl are dimmed, lacking vibrance, or just a speck in the room. you are a light. you show me how to be able…

katie this is the sweetest thing ever. I’m thankful for friends with loving hearts

He is a weird thing.

I respect/look up to/am impressed by him.?

He is funny and smart and loves the Lord so much it inspires me every day.

I am being patient because I have to be but this is just a weird thing and I’m only a little confused.

chocolateist:

pardonmewhileipanic:

bestnatesmithever:

captcreate:

The leg up at the end tho.

I like the coach, putting his hands on his knees like, “Welp, that wasn’t it.”

i was almost like “oh man that sucks” and then her leg popped and i fucking lost it

That leg is killing me

chocolateist:

pardonmewhileipanic:

bestnatesmithever:

captcreate:

The leg up at the end tho.

I like the coach, putting his hands on his knees like, “Welp, that wasn’t it.”

i was almost like “oh man that sucks” and then her leg popped and i fucking lost it

That leg is killing me

(Source: hugedickgrayson)

asacsdoublearabian:

Posting this just because it shows Mihai vacuuming in the background.

(Source: x)

"When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes."
— Unknown (via couldhavebeenqueen)

(Source: c0ntemplations)

"DIVERGENT is really an extended metaphor about the trials of modern adolescence: constantly having to take tests that sort and rank you among your peers, facing separation from your family, agonizing about where you fit in, and deciding when (or whether) to reveal the ways you may diverge from the group."
— Wall Street Journal (via allthatglitters4us)

He told me I’m beautiful. Beautiful. What is this?

I am a mess of confusion and questions and I am open to answers from anyone

"Food doesn’t taste better or worse when documented by Instagram. Laughter is as genuine over Skype as it would be sharing a sofa. Pay attention. Take in nature, hold someone’s hand, read a book. But don’t ever apologize for snapping a photo of a sunrise after a hike, or blogging about the excitement of having a crush, or updating your goodreads account. All of these things are good and should be celebrated. Smile at strangers on the sidewalk and like your friends’ selfies. It’s all good for the human spirit."
— @cogitoergoblog (via kvtes)

(Source: magicalmatt)

90s90s90s:

July 23, 1996 - As part of the “Magnificient 7″ Kerri Strug leads her team to a gold medal with a vault score of 9.712 on an ankle that was sprained. The most enduring image of the ‘96 Olympics was her coach carrying Kerri up to the stand to receive her gold medal.

 

vaganovaboy:

pas-de-chat-saute-de-chat:

applepiesandwaffles:

Korea National Ballet promotes levis jeans. Watch it just for the dancing :)

It est tres bien!

a. this is a gorgeous ad

b. how can they do that in jeans

That was so adorable!!!

(Source: youtube.com)

I don’t want to crush on Boy because there is awkward history and I am a bumbling fumbling mess when it comes to flirting and I don’t want to be just another girl in his high school years.

Unfortunately, I am not getting to choose.

Boy has clear green eyes I’m sure I could go swimming in,

and freckles over his face that could make a girl faint.

Boy has clearly defined “options” for his future in college and declares his dreams so boldly I can’t help but swoon.

When Boy gets excited about something his face lights up and he jumps out of his seat.

Boy is funny and lighthearted and makes clever jokes at (nearly) all the right times.

Boy reminds me of my father.

When asked by his mother if we would ever date again, Boy answers “yeah, of course” without even flinching. (It’s funny that I can almost hear those words in that way Boy articulates his words)

I would have answered the same way.

Everyone has this theory that Boy and I will get married someday, and honestly, I’m not opposed.

But, problematically, Boy and I are in high school.

And high school is not an easy place for successful relationships,

and I do not want to mess things up like I did last time.

Boy is tall and I am short (not just physically).

Boy is radiant and full of life and a presence in a room,

and I am dimmed and not so vibrant and a speck in a room.

Boy is popular and I am just a girl with no voice.

Boy is so handsome and I am just a girl.

Boy is so clever and I am just a girl.

(I have thrown caution to the wind and collected my thoughts about Boy and turns out I am hopelessly crushing)

portraitsofboston:

     “Both of us were struggling through a difficult time in our lives when we met. I had little direction in life, with even less hope for the future. Early in our relationship, we had to move to a different town to take care of his father, who is terminally ill. Later, I had to move back home to care for my own grandfather after he had a stroke. So we had to skip over that carefree part of a relationship when couples can focus on each other; we were too busy caring for others.
     “Now, three years later, we are doing just that—we are focusing on each other. And I feel that I have finally found hope for my future and I know my place in the world: next to him, wherever that may be.”