solarsisterss:

U know how in winter it gets so cold and u think u will never be hot again and in summer it gets so hot u think u will never be cold again I think that is how it is with ur feelings like when u r sad u think u will never be happy and when u r happy u think u will never be sad. But u will be hot again and u will be cold again and u will be sad again but most of all u will be happy again

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Brain Bag

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gastroglutton:

Bruschetta. The Italian antipasti I could eat every single day. This is a quick and gorgeous variation on a classic.

Ricotta Bruschetta

  1. Acquire an Italian loaf of bread. Cut into manageable pieces and drizzle a bit of EVOO on both sides. 
  2. Cut an appropriate amount of cherry tomatoes (bonus points if you’ve got multicolored ones) in half. Mix with olive oil, fresh chopped basil, salt and pepper.
  3. In a separate bowl, mix ricotta cheese with more chopped basil.
  4. Heat a large pan (any kind will do) on medium and then add your bread pieces. Now let them hang for a minute or two and then turn over. The goal is to let the oil/heat magic work so you get those fantastic brown edges. 
  5. Now put it all together. Bread, then ricotta mixture and then tomatoes. Add a little finishing salt and pepper and you’re done. Look at you.

Impress the snot out of your friends next time you’re hosting. This app’s simplicity can be our little secret.

Try Everything,

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إذا تم العقل نقص الكلام
The smarter you get the less you speak

Arabic Proverb (via 7bottles)

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Don’t trust charming. Why? Because the boy who can talk all the right words knows it too well. Things like boys and love aren’t meant to be practiced like that, it should be a bit awkward- it should be raw.

The best advice I’ve ever received. (via avvfvl)

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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.