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jmarietee:

lilith-not-eve:

Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

Well this was just beautiful

banjosandbibles
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night
(via larmoyante)

Yesterday, July 20th, 2014, I became an aunt to this little precious bundle of joy, Ethen. 

But advice to people who have not been in labor or haven’t seen a delivery. It’s scary in there…haha. I don’t advise going unless you’ve gone through it yourself. I was there the whole time cheering my sister on. When it got towards the end, it got even more intense. We were all sweating. Including the nurses.