The second in our Burma Basics series: Matt takes on the ubiquitous chew of Burma, betel nut, on the streets of Rangoon. WARNING: footage of a Californian in sunglasses getting slightly high may not be suitable for all audiences.
Gotta give it to the white boy to actually try that stuff out. I personally never have tried it and im Burmese! I wonder if his teeth were stained a hint of red after trying that..
11th March, Sunday (3:32am) Reblog ↬— Revenge
Love Love Love this song by T-Pain.. :)
T-Pain - 5 O’Clock ft. Wiz Khalifa, Lily Allen (by TPainVEVO)
1st December, Thursday (6:32pm) Reblog ↬“You lost the love I love the most… I learned to live half alive.. Who do you think you are? Running around leaving scars.. Tearing love apart.. Your going to catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul..”
Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts Official Video (by lovemspenny)
1st December, Thursday (6:28pm) Reblog ↬Yes, I am a woman.
Sometimes I have needs.
This does not mean I am a needy woman.
You speak of walls
That cannot fall
all at once,
yet you use a skeleton key
on all the locked doors
in my heart.
I’m not a pet
to feed and water and send to bed.
That is invalid.
I’m not a scab
to pick and scratch
or an irritating rash
or disturbing sound to be shut off.
That is invalid.
I do not need you
to validate my humanity
when your mood is right.
I am my own validation
and from this bed in this small room
I go places you’ll never go,
places I can never show
but hold most dear or with great fear
or awe at such sanctity.
You will grow to meet your age
and someday you will
outgrow your rage.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean seurity,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And learn to build all your roads
On today because tomorrow’s ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a
Way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.
25th November, Friday (2:40am) Reblog ↬— Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via proclamationofemaciation)
One foot on the ledge, one foot dangling in the air. Sifting through all the devils lies. Thinking of the words to say to make things right, but all that was there was…. Silence. Just complete silence. There’s no turning back now. Just a moment to see which way the wind will blow, and which foot will win.
31st October, Monday (3:03am) Reblog ↬“How can you stay outside? When theres a beautiful mess inside? “
Far Far - Yael Naim
23rd October, Sunday (10:41pm) Reblog ↬“…on my skin left the scent of indignation
And so they say baby, for everything a reason
Don’t call me back, I had everything I needed
For every lie, honey, the truth lay underneath it
Oh so they say baby, for everything a reason..”
- Carina Round For Everything A Reason (by ksenia75)
21st October, Friday (1:18am) Reblog ↬