Here’s a funny fact. Join your two hands as shown above.
Let’s start :
The thumb represents your parents. Now try seperating them apart, and they’ll easily open. They easily seperate because you are not destined to live with your parents forever. Now join the two thumbs back together.
Next, separate your index fingers and they will open too because these fingers represent your siblings, and they’ll also lead their own lives in the future.
The middle fingers represent yourself.
Next separate your pinky(little) fingers. These fingers with open as well because, they represent your kids, who will also have a different life from yours, eventually.
Lastly, try opening your ring fingers. You can’t right, this is because the ring finger represents both you & your spouse & no matter what you’ll remain together for the rest of your life.

Here’s a funny fact. Join your two hands as shown above.

Let’s start :

  1. The thumb represents your parents. Now try seperating them apart, and they’ll easily open. They easily seperate because you are not destined to live with your parents forever. Now join the two thumbs back together.
  2. Next, separate your index fingers and they will open too because these fingers represent your siblings, and they’ll also lead their own lives in the future.
  3. The middle fingers represent yourself.
  4. Next separate your pinky(little) fingers. These fingers with open as well because, they represent your kids, who will also have a different life from yours, eventually.
  5. Lastly, try opening your ring fingers. You can’t right, this is because the ring finger represents both you & your spouse & no matter what you’ll remain together for the rest of your life.

(this post was reblogged from chryssi-in-tumblrland)
chryssi-in-tumblrland:

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luckyloser:

iloveyouraf:

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ayelander:

leaaabitch:

applesteezy:

aapplee:

mmmmmargiel:

itzellovato:

You must reblog if you didn’t see the black guy before reading this.

OH MY.. GOD.

LOOOL

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oh , shiit .

oh my god. 


HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

chryssi-in-tumblrland:

doseofherdreams:

cbeezy:

luckyloser:

iloveyouraf:

reannmallari:

ayelander:

leaaabitch:

applesteezy:

aapplee:

mmmmmargiel:

itzellovato:

You must reblog if you didn’t see the black guy before reading this.

OH MY.. GOD.

LOOOL

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ooooh shit

oh , shiit .

oh my god. 

HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

(this post was reblogged from stonedbeautyx)
Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

Fabian Marcaccio, End-of-Time-Paintant, 2009, Pigmented inks on structural canvas and aluminum, alkyd paint and silicone 25 x 25 x 18 cm


Fabian Marcaccio,
 End-of-Time-Paintant, 2009, Pigmented inks on structural canvas and aluminum, alkyd paint and silicone 25 x 25 x 18 cm

(this post was reblogged from iheartmyart)
(this post was reblogged from iheartmyart)

Happy Father’s Day

To…

  • All the fathers that do their job
  • All the fathers who are actually there for their children(stand up!)
  • All the fathers who don’t just pick up and leave when push comes to shove
  • All the fathers who put on for their children by all means<3
  • But most importantly… happy father’s day to all the MOTHERS who hold down the title as BOTH parents. Happy Fathers Day to the mothers who hold that shit down when push comes to shove and a “dad” don’t wanna do his job anymore. God bless every single one of you:)




The picture above is my MOTHER<3 backk in the dayyy.

    iheartmyart:

    This is Alabama, more than 90 miles from the BP oil spill.

    (this post was reblogged from iheartmyart)

    random

    Can people start blogging more than just pictures? Express yourselves.