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pureblyss:

This would pretty much be the ideal honeymoon/young married couple trip. Camping a new place every night, seeing new places each day—or every few days, what’s the hurry anyway? You really bond with anyone you have to share a tiny tent with. You might as well be in love with them and see the country at the same time.

On our way to Zion National Park.
wickndgames:

There were no complaints waking up to this

“Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.”

Immigrants. First generation.


Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

(via floranymph)



“To judge a man by his weakest link or deed is like judging the power of the ocean by one wave.” 

This is literary my favourtie thing ever