traaashhhhkat:

some chill positivity from a 1998 Sesame Street book about the letter F

traaashhhhkat:

some chill positivity from a 1998 Sesame Street book about the letter F

Reblogged from märƒmεℓℓow

Chill.

My parents have been married for over 30 years and I have been raised in their love. My mother told me my father used to send her a handwritten love letter every day when they were young in Somalia and sometimes twice a day when he missed her something bad. Love is having babies and fleeing a country in war together. It is being scared and being brave anyway. It is missing each other and always being friends. My parent’s love taught me that you need more than beautiful words for love to survive. Love is hard work, it is a commitment every day, it is doing what is necessary to make sure the other person is ok. My father somehow took care of a family of 12+ on a taxi cab driver’s salary and studied by a lamp’s light every night. My mother raised 10 children in a country hostile to their very existence with nothing but pure wit and strength. So I learned early on that love must manifest in actions. My favorite memory of them is how my mother would wait to eat until my father came home every day and them sitting together just laughing, talking, and loving. One time, my father took my mother’s hand and looked at us sitting around the table and told us, ‘you know, I love this woman. She is my best friend.’ And the way my mother still looks at my father, I know he’s not the only one who feels that way.

Yasmin Mohamed Yonis, in an interview for the Black Love Project (via ethiopienne)

As I struggle with rebuilding a relationship, this is what I long for. 

postracialcomments:

The young lady that was shot in the head by a police officer is still waiting to be interviewed by the police department
Ferguson Police claimed that 4 to 5 Black males conducted a drive by which resulted in a White woman being shot in the head. (Here, Here, Here)
(they’ve edited the articles to take out the white part and that she was killed hehehe)
Residents knew it was BS. 
Turns out Mya was shot by a police officer. The department forced surgeons to take the bullet out and took the bullet for “Ballistics”
Over a week later, she still has yet to be contacted by the department
Do not let her story go ignored

postracialcomments:

The young lady that was shot in the head by a police officer is still waiting to be interviewed by the police department

Ferguson Police claimed that 4 to 5 Black males conducted a drive by which resulted in a White woman being shot in the head. (Here, Here, Here)

(they’ve edited the articles to take out the white part and that she was killed hehehe)

Residents knew it was BS. 

Turns out Mya was shot by a police officer. The department forced surgeons to take the bullet out and took the bullet for “Ballistics”

Over a week later, she still has yet to be contacted by the department

Do not let her story go ignored

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.
C.S. Lewis  (via awweb)
Reblogged from Lo Que Sera...Sera

toniangelougiovannihughes:

MY DOG IS MISSING.

Please pray, send positive thoughts.

My heart is breaking. My family has been searching for almost 2 hours. 

Please please. I just need something to hold on to. 

We have a fenced in yard. I let him out in the back as normal. Then my brother went to check on him and couldn’t find him.

Please pray!

His name is Eddie. He’s a shih tzu poodle mix. grey and white. i live in Southeastern Pennsylvania. If you live in that area please inbox me and I will give you the town.

REBLOG THIS! 

beautifulpicturesofhealthyfood:

Baked Granola Peaches…RECIPE

imma make these when my stomach acts like it wants to be a part of the rest of my body.k 

cubebreaker:

TurboRoo, a chihuahua born without its front legs, was given a 3D printed cart made by San Diego firm 3dyn so he could train to be a service dog for disabled children.

Reblogged from The Frogman
I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Kiersten White (via 5000letters)

I absolutely believe the act of loving someone is deliberate. 

Reblogged from tinushॐ dream