A Pocketful of Resolutions

How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

How about Love?

(Rent. Seasons of Love)

"Whatever is to give light, must first undergo burning."-words on walls |#CurrentMood #TheSignatureofAllThings #asyouwere
"Run your own race."-my uncle, the Old Mutual 2Oceans Ultra Marathon Runner.

#DoYouBoo #MyJourney #FamilyDay #Thelema #MerlotMonday (at Bukhara/Haiku V&A)
"The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later."

(Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Love in the Time of Cholera)

@vidaecaffe_official @nifty250_ #dailycoffeeritual #Love #TableforOne #Lindt #CoffeeBreak (at Vida e Caffe)

Your Father’s Daughter | A Poem

You are your father’s daughter.

You have his taste in food and wine
And his temper and his sense of humour
And his mother’s sense of style.
He even gave you the lines around your eyes,
Some from crying,
Some from laughing,
Some from smiling,
Some from nights spent wide awake in small towns and big cities.

You are your father’s daughter.

(Tshepang Molisana. 2012-10-26)

“Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.”

—   Rumi
"It tastes like a State Theatre opening."-@tloukie

#thingsmyfriendssay #selfiesunday | #respost from @itssigqibo
It was a marvelous night for a moon dance/drinking watermelon.

#madewithlove #totheyard #family #wewantthatcake
The only thing we know is work 

#ClassPhoto #SelfieSunday

“He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.”

"In the Game of Thrones, you live or you die."-Cersei Lannister. Fyi, John Snow, fyi…

(Source: gameofthronesdaily, via njaks)