“A year has passed and you still think of her. But you no longer know if the “her” in your mind is the “her” in real life. Memories come in flashes. The way she laughed so hard one time, she fell off the bed. The time she cried at a Christmas advert on TV. You remember the first present she ever got you, a small music box from Venice. You remember her eyes wide, in anticipation, and then in relief: “I love it." You remember smoothing her wet hair from her face that time she came home in the rain; mascara smudged, running down both cheeks. You called her panda and she laughed. You remember her laugh. You remember the nervousness at meeting her family for the first time. Then, stepping into her childhood bedroom, and everything starting to make sense. You remember pointing to a box on top of her bookshelf. "What’s that?” you asked. “Memories,” she said. “It’s a box full of memories.” “Can I see?” you asked. “No,” she said, “they’re things from the past. And that’s where they belong.” Later, you realised that she meant they were memories of the people she had loved. She’d always amazed you with the way that she could so easily move on. “The past is the past,” she liked to say. Now, you are her past. And she is yours. The only difference is that you still think of her. And you cannot help but wonder if she ever thinks of you, or whether you are simply a part of the box at the top of her shelf.”
— Sue Zhao // Memory Box
Whale Shark Gliding Through Bioluminiscent Algae _ Mike Nulty
Every fold on her skin tells a story,
Every crevice and every scar tells a story of love and the sacrifice she made for that love.
A woman's love is deep, deeper than the ocean. She steps away from some of the things she want. She puts her family's need before her own.
When you look closer to her body which now looks a little shorter due to the weight of responsibility on her shoulders.
She is now at peace with the decisions she has made over the decades and continues to make.
She is now truly in better place with herself. Every new wrinkle that forms on her body leads to weariness but her eyes still hold that spark which never dims.
She welcomes new people into her life and cares for them.
Now that age has caught up with her and she is now a little slower than rest of the world.
She now forgets little things and slowly dims down. She loses a part of her strength everyday.
But let us never forget to go along with her side by side.. With the a little slower speed than the rest of the world.
Let us now spend some time with this wonder woman of our family.
Let us try to unravel those mysteries behind her every wrinkle.
🌸The paper work isn't gonna fill out itself I promise you🌸
Gryffindor
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
Henry V by William Shakespeare
Beowulf
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
Profiles in Courage by John F. Kennedy
The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
Histories by Herodatus
Democracy in America by Alexis de Tocqueville
Hufflepuff
East of Eden by John Stenbeck
Othello by William Shakespeare
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
Love In the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
White Fang by Jack London
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
Ravenclaw
Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz
Animal Farm by George Orwell
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
The Odyssey by Homer
Middlemarch by George Eliot
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Slytherin
The Art of War by Sun Tzu
All the King’s Men by Robert Penn Warren
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Autumn of the Patriarch by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Macbeth by William Shakespeare
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Most of these songs don’t really talk about traveling, but they remind me of travel because I would listen to them on the plane or on the bus, because I associate them in a certain place, because I discovered them on the road, or because I associate them with a travel movie. So here are my favorite travel songs :)
Wait - M83
Midnight city - M83 (I’ve been jamming to this song on buses for months)
The lonesome boatman - Dropkick Murphys (my favorite song for hiking)
Especially me - Low (the best song to listen to when you’re trying to fall asleep on a night bus)
Home - Passenger
Der einsame Hirte - Leo Rojas (this is the song I woke up to every day while I was in Peru, so I can say that I know this song pretty well ^^)
El condor pasa - Simon & Garfunkel
Come together - Aerosmith (I discovered this song at a concert in Uruguay, there are many versions of it and now it’s my “Uruguay song”)
Leaving tomorrow - Bastian Baker
Hotel California - Eagles
Long nights - Eddie Vedder
Hard sun - Eddie Vedder
Guaranteed - Eddie Vedder
Dream - Imagine dragons
Song for a dream - Indochine
J’t’enmène au vent - Louise Attaque (this song is special to me because this is the song we would listen to all the time in the family car when I was a kid and we went on holidays)
Ch’Uwa Yaku Kawsaypuni - Luzmila Carpio
Porque te vas - Los Pukas (to be honest, I don’t like this song that much but I heard it in EVERY bus I’ve took in Peru so now I feel very nostalgic every time I listen to it)
Schengen - Rafaël
150 ans - Rafaël
Desert rose - Sting
Like gold - Vance Joy
Conquest of spaces - Woodkid
Step out - Jose Gonzalez
Into the sun - Sons of the East
suho ✧ ‘obsession’ mv teaser
I whisper my wish to the starts above.
I'm granted rains and wind.
I whisper my wish to the sun
I'm granted hot summer.
I whisper my wish to moon.
I'm granted clounds and snow.
I whisper my wish to the people
I'm granted pain and disgust.
I whisper my wish to myself.
I'm granted trust and strength.
Weird thoughts that just pop in my head ENJOY~
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