brickhan:

Mosaic Art of Islamic Mosques 


Beautiful

brickhan:

Mosaic Art of Islamic Mosques 

Beautiful

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aseaofquotes:

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

aseaofquotes:

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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dimsh:

(via John De Bord) Golden August

dimsh:

(via John De Bord) Golden August


Corn Casserole at 12:30am. Paula Deen! :) (Taken with instagram)

Corn Casserole at 12:30am. Paula Deen! :) (Taken with instagram)


Sometimes, you’ve got to pick yourself up.


Love! (Taken with instagram)

Love! (Taken with instagram)


Twisted Lizard with my wingwoman (Taken with instagram)

Twisted Lizard with my wingwoman (Taken with instagram)


Until you make peace with who you are, you’ll never be content with what you have.
My cute niece (Taken with instagram)

My cute niece (Taken with instagram)


Gotta get my act together


And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom
Ode to Lilly

To have brought her home, to have fed her, and held her After never possessing such a canine companion; And then to be without, in an empty house, Neither barking, nor squeaking, No slobbery wake-up calls or soft kisses to be had; Take away my loss, oh please, just a little ease would be nice!

By a foresty path we used to walk Covered by hundreds of leafs and flowers, A butterfly flutters excitedly Through the grass and toward a flower: Covered with the dew of her nose As she sniffed the petals on our blissful journey.

Based off of Herman Melville’s “Monody.” I didn’t intend to be so dramatic, but I miss my puppy and I can’t decide if I am proud of this poem or if I should be a little embarrassed haha.



Fitz & The Tantrums “Winds of Change”

Lately I’ve realized that I like to “run in a pack” so to speak. I love the intimate nature of my friendships, but so many of them are one-on-one. It’s always been a desire of mine to have a cohesive, co-dependent (half kidding) “group” to call mine. Last year was starting to feel like that, all of my friends merging, having parties together every chance we got, assuming we’d spend every free moment we had together. Things have change a little bit, with everyone seeming to move in different directions. Right now I am sitting in a cafe called Savor the Flavor, which is basically Chicago’s version of Central Perk. I guess I’ve always wanted that Friends type of friends, if that makes sense. For that reason, today that has me a little bit down and I’m not really sure what to do with that. The good thing is that it feels like a manageable type of “blue” feeling. And life goes on, and there’s always a chance to turn things around.

On a more ultimate note: I will be happy again. I will feel myself again. I will I will I will.


Went to my favorite place the other day, the Artist’s Cafe. I think I love this charming place so much because there aren’t many like it, especially in downtown Chicago, and it just reminds me of exactly the type of cafe I would go to if I lived in Paris. I used to go there all the time in high school with my best friends. It’s not usually in my jurisdiction to dine alone, but it had been so long since I had been there that I decided to go by myself. It was a little strange at first, but soon became just fine. I sipped my hot chocolate as I looked out the window and saw the chaos that was Michigan Ave, and somehow I felt at peace. I had a moment of clarity and I felt like as crazy as things are right now, they might end up being okay…I might end up being okay. I hope I have more days like this.

Went to my favorite place the other day, the Artist’s Cafe. I think I love this charming place so much because there aren’t many like it, especially in downtown Chicago, and it just reminds me of exactly the type of cafe I would go to if I lived in Paris. I used to go there all the time in high school with my best friends. It’s not usually in my jurisdiction to dine alone, but it had been so long since I had been there that I decided to go by myself. It was a little strange at first, but soon became just fine. I sipped my hot chocolate as I looked out the window and saw the chaos that was Michigan Ave, and somehow I felt at peace. I had a moment of clarity and I felt like as crazy as things are right now, they might end up being okay…I might end up being okay. I hope I have more days like this.


Wrote this a couple months ago.

Today I cried in the arms of my lover, and was more honest about myself than I had ever been before to him. I held off for a while because I was afraid that nobody could love me knowing what my flaws were. But he just kissed me on my head and said “I know you.” He told me that a year ago he never thought he would be telling anyone that he loved them, but alas, he had fallen in love with me and who I am. Then he said the single best thing he could possibly say in that moment…”I’m here for you.” And I knew he meant it.