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definitelydope: By Lille Allen

Fri, 17 May 2013 04:29:16 -0400

definitelydope:

By Lille Allen

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Thu, 16 May 2013 22:31:55 -0400

jarsmito: SINGLE ‘N READY 2 MINGLE-DINGLE.

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:30:00 -0400

jarsmito:

SINGLE ‘N READY 2 MINGLE-DINGLE.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 22:29:45 -0400

aestheticised: aspiringdoctors: beben-eleben: A Daddy’s...

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:26:47 -0400

aestheticised:

aspiringdoctors:

beben-eleben:

A Daddy’s Letter to His Little Girl (About Her Future Husband)

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

My Dad has said almost these exact same things to me and my little sister since we were very small.

It’s so easy to forget in the sea of modern culture that is constantly thrown at me from grocery story checkout line magazine racks and internet ads and TV shows and mindless pop song lyrics.

Ladies (and gentlemen): Read this. Take it to heart.

This made me cry

pokepokepewpew: by totoまめ

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:22:45 -0400

pokepokepewpew:

by totoまめ

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Thu, 16 May 2013 22:19:36 -0400

"You are not your Facebook friends or the likes you receive on photos that you post. You are not..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:17:02 -0400

“You are not your Facebook friends or the likes you receive on photos that you post. You are not cultured because you drink tea or read popular books. You are cultured by the way you think, the way you view art and the way you treat waiters at cafes. You are your troubles and successes and your bad hair days. You are the clarity you feel when you understand someone’s struggles. You are the distance between you and the crying eyes in front of you; the ones you wish to comfort. You are not your weight, the distance between your thighs or your longing to be perfect. You are your favourite food, your biggest dreams. You are real.”

- huilena.tumblr.com (via huilena)

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Tue, 14 May 2013 11:02:09 -0400

evanedinger: olgie13: “This gorgeous Hälssen & Lyon...

Sun, 12 May 2013 21:59:10 -0400

evanedinger:

olgie13:

“This gorgeous Hälssen & Lyon calendar is made of brewable tea. Each day is made of fine pressed wafer thin tea leaves.”

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Sun, 12 May 2013 21:00:34 -0400

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Sat, 11 May 2013 22:19:23 -0400

moon-kitties: 0mnis-e: Coulours of the night, By Daroiusz...

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:53:49 -0400

moon-kitties:

0mnis-e:
Coulours of the night, By Daroiusz Lakomy.
nature~astrology~spiritual☮

"Get your twenties out of your system. Travel. Take risks. Move around. Quit school. Go back to..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 22:46:06 -0400

“Get your twenties out of your system. Travel. Take risks. Move around. Quit school. Go back to school. Change careers. Change religions. Change your name if you want to. Do everything you need or want to do that requires absolute freedom to act quickly and often. Travel often. Travel light. Let your dreams and aspirations be your destination, but let curiosity be your guide. Follow every side road that intrigues you. Explore. Exclaim. Don’t worry about finding your way back. The only constant is change. The only threat is baggage. The twenties are carry-on baggage days. Preferably tote bag and a toothbrush days. Love is checked baggage. Love is freight. If you fall in love too soon, and allow yourself to get in too deep, you have just tied yourself to a freight train track. This doesn’t mean love isn’t the best thing that will ever happen to you. Eventually it might be. But probably not in your twenties.”

- 5 Things I Wish I’d Known In My 20s - John Howell (via doesitoffendyouu)