Vegetarian plate.

Vegetarian plate.

dozydozy:

Found this in the loo

dozydozy:

Found this in the loo

(via ciuti)

Shepherd’s pie and green asparagus.

Shepherd’s pie and green asparagus.

Janelle Monae

Janelle Monae

(Source: armandtejeda)

huffingtonpost:

People have offered many potential explanations for this discrepancy, but this ad highlights the importance of the social cues that push girls away from math and science in their earliest childhood years.

Watch the powerful Verizon advertisement to really understand what a little girl hears when you tell her she’s pretty.

(Source: youtube.com, via dermischa)

Tomato soup with clotted cream and a savoury bun.

Tomato soup with clotted cream and a savoury bun.

Seeing someone read a book you love is seeing a book recommend a person.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

At least my last words to you were sweet. I admitted to how I missed you, how I longed for your touch, your kisses, your voice on my skin. How the world is brighter when you are around, how there is more music in the air and happiness in strangers’ smiles. 
How I loved you. I swallowed my fear, my anger, my desperate need to protect you and keep you in my bed to keep the world from touching you. Because you were never fond of selfish words, I let the world take you, splatter you over its skin. 
I love you. I love you. That these may be the last words you hear.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

At least my last words to you were sweet. I admitted to how I missed you, how I longed for your touch, your kisses, your voice on my skin. How the world is brighter when you are around, how there is more music in the air and happiness in strangers’ smiles. 

How I loved you. I swallowed my fear, my anger, my desperate need to protect you and keep you in my bed to keep the world from touching you. Because you were never fond of selfish words, I let the world take you, splatter you over its skin. 

I love you. I love you. That these may be the last words you hear.

Vegetarian party with beet root, tomato salad, mushrooms and pumpkins and a cheese-egg-potato omelette. 

Vegetarian party with beet root, tomato salad, mushrooms and pumpkins and a cheese-egg-potato omelette. 

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

"This isn’t the right place for us." She drops back into the high, dry grass and stretches. "It’s too bright and too dark at the same time."
Her friend, lover, enemy, shakes her head. “It’s all we can do. No-one enters the red mountains after the birds fly. We will be alone for ..at least nine months. Which in your case, is very necessary.”
Her case. Running away from a family that wanted to give her to the highest bidder to make sure that the line of the black bloods was mixed with the right one, instead of the weak man her sister had fallen in love with. The man she should have slept with now in the arms of her sister, because Aluda had already proven to be fertile. “I hate you.” It was better than the brightness bubbling up inside her whenever San looked at her with a small smile and soft eyes. “I only wanted to leave, not break all chains.”
The older girl snarls. “I didn’t want my signature to show on your cheek, stop telling lies, Alia. I would take over my mother’s title and save the unwanted.” Her face turns uglier. “At least I did one of those things.”
Alia keeps the tears down. “You could have left me behind here.”
"I couldn’t. I can’t. Even if I want to." She sighs. "Stupid black blood, I love you. I’ll watch the birds fly forever as long as you’re besides me."
"We’ll be dead before the next turn." San’s words thrum inside her. "The birds only fly because the predators are coming." 

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

"This isn’t the right place for us." She drops back into the high, dry grass and stretches. "It’s too bright and too dark at the same time."

Her friend, lover, enemy, shakes her head. “It’s all we can do. No-one enters the red mountains after the birds fly. We will be alone for ..at least nine months. Which in your case, is very necessary.”

Her case. Running away from a family that wanted to give her to the highest bidder to make sure that the line of the black bloods was mixed with the right one, instead of the weak man her sister had fallen in love with. The man she should have slept with now in the arms of her sister, because Aluda had already proven to be fertile. “I hate you.” It was better than the brightness bubbling up inside her whenever San looked at her with a small smile and soft eyes. “I only wanted to leave, not break all chains.”

The older girl snarls. “I didn’t want my signature to show on your cheek, stop telling lies, Alia. I would take over my mother’s title and save the unwanted.” Her face turns uglier. “At least I did one of those things.”

Alia keeps the tears down. “You could have left me behind here.”

"I couldn’t. I can’t. Even if I want to." She sighs. "Stupid black blood, I love you. I’ll watch the birds fly forever as long as you’re besides me."

"We’ll be dead before the next turn." San’s words thrum inside her. "The birds only fly because the predators are coming." 

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

He’s surprisingly shy for a guy that big. For a guy covered in such tattoos, pictures echoing images of soldiers, wars and victories. “I didn’t know what to do.”I count the words as I need to. Doubt if the glued-on t is one word. Feel nerves rise up. Push nerves down. “That’s okay.” Half of what he said. Which is allowed, but not enough right now. I need to discover what kind of witness he will be, soften him up, not if his words will allow me to free mine."I didn’t touch her." He lifts his chin, lets his eyes meet mine in a careful touch-on-the-shoulder-I-hope-I’m-not-interrupting way. He’s not just shy, he’s shy about showing it. Maybe his tattoos are victories he needs, not those he delivered. It takes me a few minutes to set the next words - counted but not counting - free from my mouth. “You did the right thing.” There would be balance if I could add three more words, but my colleague stepping in slaps the scales out of my hands."He’s needed in room. I’m sure you did all you could, Lila. Write more than you said, okay girl?"The witness gives me another mental shoulder squeeze. It doesn’t matter. There are too many words. 

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

He’s surprisingly shy for a guy that big. For a guy covered in such tattoos, pictures echoing images of soldiers, wars and victories. “I didn’t know what to do.”
I count the words as I need to. Doubt if the glued-on t is one word. Feel nerves rise up. Push nerves down. “That’s okay.” Half of what he said. Which is allowed, but not enough right now. I need to discover what kind of witness he will be, soften him up, not if his words will allow me to free mine.
"I didn’t touch her." He lifts his chin, lets his eyes meet mine in a careful touch-on-the-shoulder-I-hope-I’m-not-interrupting way. He’s not just shy, he’s shy about showing it. Maybe his tattoos are victories he needs, not those he delivered. 
It takes me a few minutes to set the next words - counted but not counting - free from my mouth. “You did the right thing.” There would be balance if I could add three more words, but my colleague stepping in slaps the scales out of my hands.
"He’s needed in room. I’m sure you did all you could, Lila. Write more than you said, okay girl?"
The witness gives me another mental shoulder squeeze. It doesn’t matter. There are too many words. 

Vegetarian penne with fresh basil, carrot, tomatoes and cheese. 

Vegetarian penne with fresh basil, carrot, tomatoes and cheese. 

things-i-saw-today:

Rock Paper Scissors

by Ignacio Brito

Vegetarian pizza (pineapple, basil, cherry tomatoes and three cheeses)

Vegetarian pizza (pineapple, basil, cherry tomatoes and three cheeses)