Kissing in Vietnamese
nouvelliste: My grandmother kisses as if bombs are bursting in the backyard, where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes through the kitchen window, as if somewhere, a body is falling apart and flames are making their way back through the vessels in a young boy’s thigh, as if to walk out the door your torso would dance with exit wounds. Ocean Vuong
until Nuremburg, Prague, and Venice, but most importantly, until I see my husband.
Never ever put them down, you just raise your arms higher / Raise ‘em till...– Lupe Fiasco
The world breaks us all. Afterward, some are stronger at the broken places.– Ernest Hemingway- Farewell To Arms (via quote-book)
Remember when you were a little kid and a wise guy at the back of the class...– Jerry Springer
[Today], every girl is expected to have: Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips,...– Tina Fey, Bossypants (via whatisconfidence)
Be of love a little more careful than of anything.– e.e. cummings
In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you...– Siddhārtha Gautama (via kari-shma)
Today I had a really gratifying moment. Got off work, driving home, and cab driver was driving like an asshole (shocking, I know!) and whipped a U turn in front of me in Uptown. I braked heavily, swerved, avoided him and all other cars (go me!) and honked loudly. In an interesting turn of events, I was being followed by a police car, who whipped around me and pulled the cab driver over. I’m...
I want to buy my plane ticket to Germany right now… But I feel like I can’t buy a two thousand dollar plane ticket without my husband’s approval. I just want to go on vacation. This second.