We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.

this explains the 90s kids (via ladymargaerytyrells)

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titoooooooo:

t-rexhatespush-ups:

sr-mod-blog:

frostbitesays:

ilovemy-airman:

flamesfromthemind:

The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”.-Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.IN HONOR OF ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES PLEASE SHARE THIS.

forever reblog. forever.

Never forget those who were lost. To all those in uniform, thank you.

titoooooooo:

t-rexhatespush-ups:

sr-mod-blog:

frostbitesays:

ilovemy-airman:

flamesfromthemind:

The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”.

-Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.

IN HONOR OF ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES PLEASE SHARE THIS.

forever reblog. forever.

Never forget those who were lost. To all those in uniform, thank you.

ckings:

i like my men how i like my tea

thrown in the boston harbor

I like my men like I like my wine.

Twelve years old and locked in a basement. 

I like my men how I like my meat

ground up and in the freezer

I like my men how I like my books

bound in leather

I like my men how I like my homework

spread all over the table

one on top of the other

I’m so done with this site omg

welcome to tumblr everyone

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