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About: 20. Kenyan. I'll sometimes put my thoughts into my own words, and sometimes let the words of other people do that for me.

(Source: myloish, via fittehmooh)

mutuamatheka:

Awake!! Never too late for a cuppa.
 (at Java)

mutuamatheka:

Awake!! Never too late for a cuppa.
(at Java)

1.
I thought of you for a moment
when my head hit the pillow,
even though I was busy, even
thought I was tired.

2.
My day is closing, and you
were a part of it, so I’m saying
goodbye at the end of it.

3.
I hope when your eyes
close, the peace is
overwhelming.

anne, behind the curtain of a goodnight text (via anneisrestless)

(via gol-gappay)

“There are as many beautiful
women in the world as there
are women. My grandma
loves bread crust, which is a
silly thing to put in a poem,
but one day someone will
cut me off because I’m not
to their taste and the next
someone will sigh relief
because I’m just what they
were looking for.”
anne, "the crust has all the flavour." (via anneisrestless)

(via gol-gappay)

“You’re not my first love but you’re
the first I’ve loved like this. I
wonder if everything before you
was just practice, like stretching
my arms out so I could hold you
better. You’re like a song I’ve
heard before, but never at full
volume; you’re the end chorus
with all the instruments in.”
anne, it was all building up to this (via anneisrestless)

(via gol-gappay)

“I can’t ask you to stay indefinitely
but I won’t stop asking for more
time. The universe is full of empty
spaces and my hand shouldn’t be
one of them. My heart shouldn’t
be one of them; my hips, the
small of my back, the base of my
neck - what terrible craters to be
so empty, especially with you right
here. I’m not asking for forever,
just a little while longer - my
fingers in your hair should be
reason enough, but I’ll give you
a few more if you need them.”
anne, just a few more minutes (via anneisrestless)

(via gol-gappay)

“I wake up wanting you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amber and see your eyes… I’ve caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I’m near you.” —Karen Marie Moning, To Tame A Highland Warrior

(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction)

“Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. This shows clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness.” —Lao Tzu (via larmoyante)

(via su-pri-mir)

visitheworld:

Kyaninga Lodge in Kibale Forest, Uganda (by annemarieweeden).

visitheworld:

Kyaninga Lodge in Kibale Forest, Uganda (by annemarieweeden).

(via karenrawr)

(Source: kenlovers, via gol-gappay)

humansofnewyork:

"Our daughter was five months old when I got a scholarship to Johns Hopkins. My wife came with me to Baltimore so that our family could stay together. I will always be thankful for that sacrifice, because I know it was the toughest three years of her life. She didn’t speak a word of English. We lived in a tiny studio— so tiny that many times I did my studying in the bathroom. In Vietnam, she had a job where she was getting phone calls all day long. But in America, the phone never rang. She wasn’t allowed to work because of visa requirements. Vietnamese holidays were regular days in America, so I’d be in class during New Year and we could never be together. Sometimes when I’d come home from school during wintertime, she’d look at me with tears in her eyes and say: ‘Tuan, I want to go home.’ But she still stayed with me. When I finally got my degree, many of my friends asked if I’d look for a job in the US. But I wouldn’t do that to her. She had done enough for me. So I said: ‘We are going home immediately.’ And as soon as we got back to Vietnam, she was like a fish back in the pond."
(Hanoi, Vietnam)

humansofnewyork:

"Our daughter was five months old when I got a scholarship to Johns Hopkins. My wife came with me to Baltimore so that our family could stay together. I will always be thankful for that sacrifice, because I know it was the toughest three years of her life. She didn’t speak a word of English. We lived in a tiny studio— so tiny that many times I did my studying in the bathroom. In Vietnam, she had a job where she was getting phone calls all day long. But in America, the phone never rang. She wasn’t allowed to work because of visa requirements. Vietnamese holidays were regular days in America, so I’d be in class during New Year and we could never be together. Sometimes when I’d come home from school during wintertime, she’d look at me with tears in her eyes and say: ‘Tuan, I want to go home.’ But she still stayed with me. When I finally got my degree, many of my friends asked if I’d look for a job in the US. But I wouldn’t do that to her. She had done enough for me. So I said: ‘We are going home immediately.’ And as soon as we got back to Vietnam, she was like a fish back in the pond."

(Hanoi, Vietnam)

“We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.” —   
Thich Nhat Hanh (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: psych-facts, via expandh0riz0nsss)

(Source: viyahshaadinikkah, via gol-gappay)

wapiti3:

Lions Breath by Richard Peters on Flickr.
We had heard a pride of lions close to camp (Entim) the night before and managed to find them the following morning, just as the sun broke over the horizon to provide the most incredible warm light. The breath was the icing on the cake and gave the finishing touch to the scene. Masai Mara, Kenya.

wapiti3:

Lions Breath by Richard Peters on Flickr.

We had heard a pride of lions close to camp (Entim) the night before and managed to find them the following morning, just as the sun broke over the horizon to provide the most incredible warm light. The breath was the icing on the cake and gave the finishing touch to the scene. Masai Mara, Kenya.

(via mufasa251)

(Source: ethiopienne, via commovente)

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