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)

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)

“I’m proud of the scars in my soul. They remind me that I have an intense life.”

—   Paulo Coelho (via wbrogers)
My baby just cares for me | Jukebox heroes and classic colas | Easy (at Joe’s Easy Diner - BlueRoute Mall)

Jesse Parent. To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter

To the boys who may one day date my daughter:

I have been waiting for you.

Since before her birth,

Since before my spark took hold and

Ignited the fire in her mother’s belly,

I have been training to kill you.

When you took your first steps,

I was preparing to make it so you never walked again.

When you played at war I was perfecting my headshots.

You can’t catch up at this point.

And when you first meet my daughter

And fall in love with the look she sends over her shoulder,

Her crescent moon eyes framing her laughing smile,

You are going to want to talk to her.

And when those hours pass by like sprinters during that first

Timeless conversation you will also know,

With a deep and impending sense of dread,

That you are going to have to talk to me.

When you first come to my home and see

The bone carving over my threshold,

Try not to imagine your own femurs so expertly carved.

Pay no attention to my ample crawlspace,

My room with the rubber mat and drain.

Be careful only to approach me with love for my daughter.

See, I have been seeding her childhood with tap root hugs to

Weed out indifference and apathy.

There will be no daddy issues for your

Teenaged talons to latch upon.

If you break her heart,

I will hear it snap with the ear I pressed

Against her mother’s belly.

The elbow I cradled her head in will send a message to my fist.

My cheeks are attuned to her lips,

I will know if they tremble.

I have taught her that a man should never hit a woman.

Now, her mother would add that you really shouldn’t

Ever hit anybody, but I have taught her that a man should


Consider my genes a mark of Cain,

You will suffer seven times whatever you do to her.

And she will not keep your secret,

You can’t make fire feel afraid.

I have been teaching her love all of her life,

And all that I ask is that you continue the lesson.

Love her, befriend her, protect her.

Be there when I can’t.

And when my body gives up to the grave let the grin that

Eternity carves into my face be a reflection of the peace that

Your love brings to her,

And we should get along just fine.


To the girls who may one day date my daughter:

My wife is a better shot than I am.

[Via Upworthy]