i LOVE the way she moves!!

elizabeth-catherine:

I can’t stop looking at this photo. I can’t decide how I feel about it, which is why it totally appeals to me.

missmossblog:

anna : MARIE HOCHHAUS

toxicshock:

Paul Kwiatkowski’s Haiti in Beautiful/Decay

minusmanhattan:

Senator Robert F. Kennedy and the Fearsome Foursome of the Los Angeles Rams football team (1968) by Bill Eppridge.

(via jvc)

Before I log off, I just wanted to share a past heartache that will probably always be there. Nobody understands the pain that was felt to give a woman your heart and watch her burn it til it melts. For a long time I have been in denial about suffering from a broken heart. I did my best to cover it up, bury it deep and just forget it. Secretly thinking about that day over and over again. It seemed to have been beautiful, I mean we had our ups and downs but Sandra was great… In the beginning. I can honestly say that she was thee first girl I openly gave my heart to. I trusted her with all my heart, I’m known for being a tough shell but she had my most prized possession. As time went on, of course there were ups and downs… I got her pregnant. Planned everything accordingly, got the condo, furnished everything from the living room to the baby room and the both of us was looking forward to bringing this child into this crazy world together. Her mother had her differences about the fact that her daughter was pregnant and have not even finished school but I convinced her that everything will be ok. Time started going on, and things started to change like communication. To the point when she didnt even tell me she was getting evicted one day. One night at poetry, I remember we got into a argument over her jealous insecurities. We talked it out and made up because I told her she has NOTHING to worry about. I am here for her, not share. The next morning I was going out of town to spend time with my family and she knew that I would be back in about a week. The last thing I remember telling her is to take care of OUR child.. she was 3 months going on four. A week into my vacation I remember coming home from running errands. It was a strange day because I would usually get a text or call from her daily. I remember taking a nap then waking up later to a missed called by her. I smiled and called back. Her mother picked up and I was like hey!! (happy to hear her because she was like a second mother to me). I said hello Mrs. Hadaway, how is Sandra? she said, “Sandra is fine, we are at the hospital”. I was immediately struck by fear and asked is everything ok. Mrs. Hadaway said, “Me and Sandra went on ahead and did it” I was like “Did what?” she said “We decided to have an abortion”. The world around me became mute as if somebody shot a 12 gauge shotgun next to my ear. I felt cold hands grip my heart and rip it out of my chest. I threw up whatever I ate that day and my legs gave out from up under me. I had this big lump of air in my throat that I could not swallow and tears kept streaming down my face as if I was bleeding from a vital organ after being cut by a samurai sword. That day was the day I knew I would never love again.

I have been afraid to love ever since then, I am not afraid of commitment just want to make sure I want to commit to the right woman when I am ready. I understand a break up with someone you love but to have someone you love abort a child by herself without consulting the one who helped her conceive was different. To have someone you loved take your unborn childs life away wasn’t the ordinary heart break. 4 years later I am doing a lot more better, went through out life and even had a son. I feel I have more than what it takes to make a woman smile, but I was skeptical about jumping into a relationship like hopscotch. Now today, I think I found the one, I am afraid but more importantly I like her so much I am willing to risk giving her my heart. We will see how this goes… (To be continued)

A real man understands that committing to one woman is maturity and growth, A real woman understands that committing to one man is essential to her purified being.