shelovesasianfood:

Xiao Long Bao (by Daniel Y. Go)

uarhi:

sanziene:

Breakfast around the world

Germany and Mexico please

(via foodgifporn)

powerofvoodoo:

geektoriassecret:

thatdisneylover:

HOW IS THIS SUCH BEAUTIFUL QUALITY?

CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY JOLIE’S DAUGHTER PLAYING YOUNG AURORA AND HOW TALENTED THIS WOMAN IS TO ACT OUT NOT WANTING TO HOLD AND CUDDLE HER OWN LITTLE WOMB NUGGET LIKE GOTDAMN WOMAN YOU GOOD.

WOMB NUGGET

(Source: maleficent2014, via nextstop-happiness)

"Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy."

Andrea Greb, You Are Not Blair Waldorf  (via yasodhara)

slow clap this out.

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(via psych-facts)

zodiacmind:

Fun facts about your sign here

Really? Hahaha!

zodiacmind:

Fun facts about your sign here

Really?
Hahaha!

"

Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost …. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter Five
I walk down another street.

"

— Portia Nelson, “Autobiography In Five Short Chapters” (via kushandwizdom)

(via la-misere)

"It’s okay that you chose her. We always choose the wrong people for ourselves. After all I chose you."

— Unknown (via fawun)

The irony of all the love stories that I have seen over the years. And yes, including mine.

To learn how to love an imperfect person perfectly.

Ultimately, beside all the flying sparks, chemistry and compatability.

It’s a decision.

(Source: hazelhirao, via la-misere)