avg

every demon wants his pound of flesh

[valtsv]

remember, ladies, before you say or do anything, to ask yourself: is this something that would get me diagnosed with female hysteria and locked in the attic by my relatives in the 19th and early 20th century? and if the answer is yes, proceed

[seemoreandmore]

[demoniac]

[sad-spine]

[noetig]

[unrar]

Apricot blossoms shower Valentino Park’s walkway, Italy, William Albert Allard.

[fill-my-void]

[love]

[fyeahmovies]

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) dir. Michel Gondry

[alchemicalascension]

[noodlls]

[dephus]

“We don’t realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.”

— Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You

[r0selia-blog-blog]

[andlifemovesonn]

[angelahoneybee]

stumbled across this photo in my phone. it’s from the night chris got back from afghanistan, and i still remember how it felt that day waiting for the call that they were finally back stateside. after that, it was a matter of waiting to get another call that they were finally at ft bliss. i was 8 months pregnant and was anxiously waiting for that day to come to be reunited with him. all the families gathered inside, looking for the best seats so we could see our soldiers and find them without having to scramble through the crowd. i waited for an hour, talking to people that traveled across the country to see their sons come back home. wives and their kids who were excited to see their father and husband. i met a mom who hadn’t seen her son in 2 years and was surprising him at the ceremony. i sat there so nervous - thinking how it was the first time he’d see me and my belly, a little self conscious cause well, i wasn’t looking the way i did when he left. but it was the first time he’d feel emma kick, a first kiss for us all over again, the first page in this new chapter for us. then in a matter of minutes, everyone got quiet and was looking at the garage door. now, if you’ve never been to a welcoming home ceremony for soldiers, you don’t know the feeling that rushes through your body when the music cuts off, the crowd gets quiet, and you hear three knocks on the door. that was the moment where reality set in that he was finally back and i wouldn’t have to say, “talk to you tomorrow if you get the chance,” or, “be safe, talk to you in a few days.” you hear those three knocks and the door goes up, and they come marching in. now, he leaves almost every month for a week or so to training and memories of a moment like this are what remind me of how far we’ve come. how far we’ve come and how strong we’re becoming as a family. this memory is what keeps pushing me because shit could always be a lot worse, he’s here, safe and sound. and luckily, we won’t have to say, “see you later” for another few months when his next deployment comes up. but when it does, you bet your ass emma and i will be there, waiting anxiously for those three knocks to see our soldier return to us.

[themonochromeking]

[frenzyy]