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nkym:

… _ - Girl Crush

nkym:

… _ - Girl Crush

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owlturdcomix:

It’s still learning.

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freshcleanfit:

sweat-and-scars:

Memorial for runner Meg Menzies, who was tragically killed on January 13, 2014 by a drunk driver while on her morning run. 
(Photo taken by Loren Rosado and posted on https://www.facebook.com/events/489458451159627/)

I’m going to repost what she wrote about this photo on facebook too because it was really lovely. 


I got up at sunrise today to take pictures of Meg’s memorial. I didn’t know Meg. I’m not sure why her story has affected me so deeply…maybe because I’m also a mom of young children, maybe because I’m also a runner. But I’ve been unable to get her story…her family…her babies…out of my mind. So, I stood there this morning, with a lump in my throat, snapping pictures of one of the most powerful images I’ve ever photographed. As I did, a man stopped his car and got out and stood with me. He asked me if I knew her. I said no. We stood in silence together. After a minute, I asked him if he knew her…..he said, “Yes. She was my wife.” I’m not sure what I said to him after that, I stood there crying, fumbling over my words, unable to find the right things to say. He was very kind. He told me what he was doing that morning and that he just stopped to thank me. On the way home, I thought about all the things I’d wished I’d said to him. I wish I could have impressed upon him how utterly sorry I am for his loss, how I feel physically ill when I think about those children having to grow up without their mom, how angry I am about the unfairness of it all. I wish I could have spoken encouraging or uplifting words to him. But I didn’t. Maybe I didn’t need to. Maybe all I really needed to say was thank you, Mr. Menzies. Thank you for stopping to speak to me. Thank you for letting all of us in. Thank you for sharing your wife with us, her life and her legacy. Meg has touched so many, inspired so many, and reminded every one of us of the preciousness of life. One of the things you said this morning was that you wish she was here to see all of this. When I look at this photograph, I get the feeling that, in a way, she was


- Loren Rosado

freshcleanfit:

sweat-and-scars:

Memorial for runner Meg Menzies, who was tragically killed on January 13, 2014 by a drunk driver while on her morning run. 

(Photo taken by Loren Rosado and posted on https://www.facebook.com/events/489458451159627/)

I’m going to repost what she wrote about this photo on facebook too because it was really lovely. 

I got up at sunrise today to take pictures of Meg’s memorial. I didn’t know Meg. I’m not sure why her story has affected me so deeply…maybe because I’m also a mom of young children, maybe because I’m also a runner. But I’ve been unable to get her story…her family…her babies…out of my mind. 

So, I stood there this morning, with a lump in my throat, snapping pictures of one of the most powerful images I’ve ever photographed. As I did, a man stopped his car and got out and stood with me. He asked me if I knew her. I said no. We stood in silence together. After a minute, I asked him if he knew her…..he said, “Yes. She was my wife.” 

I’m not sure what I said to him after that, I stood there crying, fumbling over my words, unable to find the right things to say. He was very kind. He told me what he was doing that morning and that he just stopped to thank me. 

On the way home, I thought about all the things I’d wished I’d said to him. I wish I could have impressed upon him how utterly sorry I am for his loss, how I feel physically ill when I think about those children having to grow up without their mom, how angry I am about the unfairness of it all. I wish I could have spoken encouraging or uplifting words to him. But I didn’t. Maybe I didn’t need to. 

Maybe all I really needed to say was thank you, Mr. Menzies. Thank you for stopping to speak to me. Thank you for letting all of us in. Thank you for sharing your wife with us, her life and her legacy. Meg has touched so many, inspired so many, and reminded every one of us of the preciousness of life. One of the things you said this morning was that you wish she was here to see all of this. When I look at this photograph, I get the feeling that, in a way, she was
- Loren Rosado

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Francis Cadieux

Francis Cadieux

A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility, of what human nature is, of what happens in the world. It’s a creator of inwardness.
Susan Sontag, The Art of Fiction No. 143 (via bookshavepores)

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awwww-cute:

My Local Shelter Rescued a Fox

awwww-cute:

My Local Shelter Rescued a Fox

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republicx:

Le Louvre by Frack Bohbot

The Louvre Project began with a carte blanche commission by Le Musée du Louvre, Paris in 2013. 

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coolgame:

timotejrawrr:

raise-youup:

proof that a gif set of a drag queen receiving acceptance from her father will spread through tumblr like wildfire.. 33,000+ notes later.

YES YES YES

Omg that’s so cute. He even called her by her drag name? The best. 

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jarcozy:

Standing Nude with Large Hat - Egon Schiele

jarcozy:

Standing Nude with Large Hat - Egon Schiele

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