give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.
I agree with this so much.  I love my name for these reasons.

(Source: afrosandpeeptoes)

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pegasuscop:

sometimes there’s videos that make me happy to exist on this planet

(Source: sithholocron)


russann:

Fort Leavenworth National Cemetery Memorial Day Weekend.

We ended up here on this weekend by chance.  Mothers and fathers and children and wives and grandparents were there visiting the graves.  The newer sections have no trees, just recently slashed earth fittingly raw and scarred to mark the deaths of kids born in the same years as my kids.  

As I stood at one of these so-recent graves, I felt extremely grateful to be out riding a cycle on such a sun-lit day and wished that I could tell these soldiers how much I wished they were out riding too.

(Made all the more poignant with the news that a boy Cait went to junior high (SFT) with was killed in Afghanistan on May 24th.)

I was here.

I lived. I loved.  I did. I’ve done.

I am sunk.  I want to rise above these feelings - I want to move forward, not back.  I want to see you in the morning, I want to see you tonight.  Why do I feel incomplete? I am an individual capable of filling my lungs with air, and inciting change.  so, again, why do I feel like this?  You don’t complete me - I complete me.