Saturday, July 26, 2014

Palais Garnier
Paris, France (2013)

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Friday, July 25, 2014
Leftover Chinese food and The West Wing in my pajamas. My kind of Friday night.

Leftover Chinese food and The West Wing in my pajamas. My kind of Friday night.

occasionally-conscious:

+2 saturation on camera, no other edits

Canon Rebel T2i

orgasmictipsforgirls:

crusherccme:

found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom

the sassy nineties

orgasmictipsforgirls:

crusherccme:

found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom

the sassy nineties

couldhavebeenqueen said: (that was a no-makeup selfie, thought you'd be pleased to know)

You are absolutely perfect either way. <3

portraitsofboston:

"It’s always real in the field."

portraitsofboston:

"It’s always real in the field."

I love the marks that a woman’s clothes leave on her body. I love the red indents and the proof of a long day before she even opens her mouth.

Tight socks circumventing ankle bones. A watch cutting a bit too tightly around a pulse. The alluringly simple bra straps; wire pressing up into the impossibly soft undersides of breasts; the cryptic clasp nestled between shoulder blades. The imprint of lace and elastic on the taut tender tendon of the inner thigh. The geography of jeans around the hips and trailing along the legs like railroad tracks. The line on her cheek from when she fell asleep on the bus home.

I love the luxurious sigh when it all puddles to the floor, shedding this artificial skin. Remnants of weariness leave whispers on the body.

And after all she has been through, she still comes to me and allows me to trace these whispers with my fingertips, eyes, lips. She doesn’t cover herself and doesn’t hide and lets me in.

We leave the lights on.

Exhale (l.e.a.p.)

medleypond:

My city is incredibly beautiful. xo

portraitsofboston:

     “I was raised in a Christian family, and I asked the minister one day, ‘How can Jesus save me?’ His reply to me was, ‘You shouldn’t be asking questions like that—you sound like a no-good-managed boy.’ I went home and said to my father, ‘You know, daddy, I’m going to leave the church and find out for myself if there is any such thing as God.     “And what I found out is that there is a God. I’ve been shot at, I’ve been cut at, I’ve been knocked down, I’ve been stomped on, and I don’t have a scratch on me. A guy walked up to me one night, pulled out a gun and said, ‘N*gger, if you don’t get on your knees and beg me for your life, I’m gonna kill you right here on the spot.’ Something came over me and said: ‘This man is not God. You can talk your way out of this.’ So I did. Then I grabbed the gun, put it to his head and pulled the trigger to kill him—but it jammed. I looked at it and realized it was a pellet gun. I’m thankful that I don’t have that blood on my hands.     “I’ve learned over the years to be slow to anger and swift to knowledge. Life is good, and it’s too short to find yourself on the side of foolishness. I’ve learned to get up and leave if I spot trouble coming. There is enough trouble going on in the world—I don’t need more of it.”

portraitsofboston:

     “I was raised in a Christian family, and I asked the minister one day, ‘How can Jesus save me?’ His reply to me was, ‘You shouldn’t be asking questions like that—you sound like a no-good-managed boy.’ I went home and said to my father, ‘You know, daddy, I’m going to leave the church and find out for myself if there is any such thing as God.
     “And what I found out is that there is a God. I’ve been shot at, I’ve been cut at, I’ve been knocked down, I’ve been stomped on, and I don’t have a scratch on me. A guy walked up to me one night, pulled out a gun and said, ‘N*gger, if you don’t get on your knees and beg me for your life, I’m gonna kill you right here on the spot.’ Something came over me and said: ‘This man is not God. You can talk your way out of this.’ So I did. Then I grabbed the gun, put it to his head and pulled the trigger to kill him—but it jammed. I looked at it and realized it was a pellet gun. I’m thankful that I don’t have that blood on my hands.
     “I’ve learned over the years to be slow to anger and swift to knowledge. Life is good, and it’s too short to find yourself on the side of foolishness. I’ve learned to get up and leave if I spot trouble coming. There is enough trouble going on in the world—I don’t need more of it.”

deeplovephotography:

Same spot, different sunset.

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themirrorofsin:

[FANMIX MEME] → for an OTP: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy (The Hunger Games), I want you so much but I hate your guts

[listen]

Ginny Potter and Rita Skeeter are reporting live at the Quidditch World Cup Finals! Be sure to check out their coverage here

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thelemicgnostic said: Speaking of LDR with two anniversaries, when we met the first time it was at Logan International Airport in Boston. I walked through the doors and suddenly had a very excited 5'3" girlfriend in my arms. 20 hours of travelling and I could still carry her and the suitcase to the taxi rank.

mamamantis:

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