cobblestone raptors

bidyke:

goodnamesgone:

The Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland.

The mostly hexagonal basalt columns were formed as lava rapidly cooled and cracked after a volcanic eruption 60 million years ago. 

Wow

It’s magical. :O

#YALA

My father, my stepmum, and my little brother are in the States. Most people don’t know that my dad and his family live in Saudi Arabia (due to work and other such opportunities); it’s very rare that I see them. I can’t recall when exactly we saw each other last. The years have flown by.

It was during my junior year that my dad told us about his departure— and soon, my stepmum and brother— he made me the offer of joining them. My college and studies would’ve been paid for; perhaps, several mistakes might have been avoided. Instead, I stuck around— and not for noble reasons of any kind. In fact, I stayed mainly because I was in love— I’m not necessarily ashamed of admitting it, but it’s not the best reason. I was in love with my partner at the time; I was in love with my friends (perhaps attempting parallelism isn’t the best idea here); I was in love with my life at that point. Everything was perfect (relatively); there was the usual domestic upheaval, but at least at the time I had a silver lining.

Since they’d left, I’ve seen them a total of four times. The first time was for my sister’s wedding; then, my graduation, which led to my birthday and the trials that followed shortly after; then, that Christmas, for a very short week; finally, now. There have been several offers for me to visit them for an extended period of time, but my attachment to the people that I call “home” as well as a fear of what lies overseas has kept me from following through.

Today, we had brunch; it was anticlimactic after all the anxiety I’d felt inside me for that moment when I would see my dad once again. Our relationship has constantly been on the rocks, especially after I came out to him, especially after my plans concerning college went awry, especially after many things (some of which I had little to no control over). I normally have a hard time making eye contact with people; I can’t even pretend I’m looking at them and stare at their forehead instead. So, I don’t look my dad in the eyes; when he was talking across the table at his wife, I saw him again. It’s difficult for me to describe.

It was as if I had finally acknowledged his arrival. I’ve been so nonchalant about their presence here in San Antonio, but there is an insurmountable amount of emotions welling up inside me, readying to burst. I’m angry for my constant restrictions of certain expression; I’m depressed because I feel like I’m not where my dad thought I would be at this point in my life; I’m ashamed because of the way I live— “borderline nomadic”, as I sometimes tell people (both because it’s true and because I don’t want them looking for me)— and finally, I’m confused because a part of me— a very significant part of me— regrets not leaving San Antonio when I had the chance.

Alas, I’ve set my roots. I’ve made mistakes; I’ve also had successes. Sometimes I wonder if the successes outweigh the mistakes, or if I’ll have to keep compensating for all this time lost.

(via religionisretarded)

koralal:

monotoneminor:

ambulance-shotgun:

hazelgracewaters:

#can you imagine if atheists said that after everything they said #”I’d like a burger and fries please. Also there is no God.” #”Happy birthday Mom. Also there is no God.” #”The Avengers was a fucking great movie I want to see it again! Also there is no God.” #”That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. But there is still no God.”

What would be the atheist equivalent to ‘omg’?

oh my there is no god

I’m going to start saying this now I’ve decided

(via annoying-facebook-girl)