Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love  (via deliriosity)

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Led Zeppelin

Salma Deera, Talking To My Mother About Marriage Partnerships (via 69188)

Unknown  (via suspend)

for twenty-year-olds who have never been loved

All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.

This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?

The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.

At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.

Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.

But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.

The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.

They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.

And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.

Black and white

Yoko Ono 

David Bowie, 1972

Emery Allen (via quotethat)

Being a procrastinator with a violent fear of failure is almost hilarious because like 80% of the time I’m like “I’m not even going to think about this” and then there’s like a distinct moment when everything switches and it turns to “I can’t fail oh my god I need to turn this into an A in like a day why am I like this”

Me

Muslims are not to blame for the attacks in Paris, Beirut, and Bagdad. Terrorists are to blame. Send support to all the people who are affected, and support all the muslims in Europe who will now have to deal with even more islamophobia and racism. Stay safe.

There is no way to defeat Islamic terrorism unless you destroy it at its root: The wahhabite sect ruling Saudi-Arabia, that is. Bombing ISIS in Iraq and Syria but keeping a strategic alliance with Saudi-Arabia is akin to fighting metastasis while feeding the cancer at the same time. If the West doesn’t strip Saudi-Arabia off its economic wealth and political clout, they will export their brand of Islamic extremism and keep funding terrorists in other countries, in Europe too. Stop dodging the real issue: The majority of the 9/11-attackers were Saudi citizens, Osama Bin-Laden was a Saudi citizen, ISIS is the brainchild of Saudi wahhabism and the terrorists they send to Europe would not succeed without Saudi assistance, either. Saudi Arabia Delenda Est!

La vie en rose - 2015

A Syrian mother tries to warm up her daughter after arriving on the Greek Island of Lesbos. (Photo Credit: Louisa Gouliamaki)

I adore the colouring of this - utterly retro adorable.

But more than that it’s from one of my favourite scenes. A scene where a real connection is made over a cup of tea.

I’ve always loved the fact that Rae turned to Finn when she had her row with her mother. Not Chloe, not Izzy and not Archie. She chose Finn at this moment, which is actually brave of her. Subconsiously, she must have wanted for him to be the one to comfort and soothe her.

I think he picks up on this to an extent. He’s more than happy to see her. But his enthusiam is reigned in, his words carefully chosen. But he can’t help his grin when she nudges him. It’s beautiful and innocent and utterly adorable to see them like this.

This is friendship on one level but there’s something deeper going on. Something nascent and yet to be named but it’s undeniably there.

Alice Randall; The Wind Done Gone (via allmymetaphors)