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whimsicalvivacity:

I hope it’s nice where you are. And I hope the sun shines. And it’s a beautiful day. And something reminds you of me.

ashleyjpalmer:

Ashlyn Harris after letting in the FC Kansas City Goal.
s-c-i-guy:

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U.S. goalkeeper Hope Solo (R) hits the ball in front of team mate Catherine Whitehill during the Four-Nation women’s soccer tournament in Guangzhou January 26, 2007.
cranscape:

“The U.S. players often bring the normal pastimes on long road trips: music, DVDs and books. But no one brings more books that Hope Solo and Stephanie Cox. The pair often has between 5-10 books each during extended time on the road. As you can see above, they are stocked for the Olympics. Cox is currently working on “Searching for God Knows What” by Donald Miller and “The Last Battle” by C.S. Lewis. Solo is into “All Things Must Fight to Live - Stories of War and Deliverance in the Congo” by Bryan Mealer as well as “Buddha - A Story of Enlightenment” by Deepak Chopra. Hopefully, the selections for the USA’s two bookworms will last a while as the selection of books in English in China is often quite limited.” x
2008 Olympics
    I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful at 3am. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful before coffee and after coffee and in between. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful with messy hair and eyes half closed. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you put on your black dress or wear you’re slippers to the grocery store. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you have headphones in and you’re not listening to a thing I say. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re laughing or crying or we’re arguing. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you fail an exam and when you top your class. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you can’t find the car keys or bought new shoes or want ice cream late at night. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when you’re late for a meeting or you burnt all the cookies because you didn’t follow the damn recipe. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the sun is rising and setting or when the day is cloudy or the rain is falling. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the night is warm and the stars are shining. I’m going to tell that you’re beautiful in front of museums and at concerts and while building sandcastles. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful before the movie and after the movie and while buying popcorn. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful while you’re cleaning or drawing or writing. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful when the plane is landing or we’re catching a cab or we’re walking hand in hand through a park covered in snow. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful in front of my parents and my friends and in front of yours too. I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful just because I think you are and even if sometimes you don’t think you’re beautiful and you feel just a little worn out; how beautiful I think you are will never be worn out to me.

The Finnish word ruska doesn’t have a direct translation in English, but it basically means “the autumn colours”. It can also mean autumn-time in general. As the first night time frost of autumn sets in and the days get shorter, nature starts preparations for the coming winter. The leaves of trees change colour from green into vibrant shades of golden yellow and glowing crimson. The days become shorter, temperature drops and cold winds start blowing, but ruska makes everything feel a bit warmer. It’s everywhere you look.
    I got lost in her, and it was the kind of lost that’s exactly like being found.
livetoday14:

(not my image, credit goes to the photographer)