Photo 22 May 22 notes nepal:

The Late King Birendra and his family, all of who died in the tragic Royal Massacre of 2001.

nepal:

The Late King Birendra and his family, all of who died in the tragic Royal Massacre of 2001.

Photo 22 May 5 notes mockingyaj:

Up close and personal with Rhino by T Ξ Ξ J Ξ on Flickr.
Link 22 May Nepali transliteration of spices »

I utilize free time cooking with the recipes from google or youtube but lack of knowledge of the nepali names of the spices needed I always have to google them. Here I have compiled some of the Nepali name of the Spices from English language. fore more details http://bipin.me/nepali-transliteration-of-spices/

Photo 2 Jan 1,356 notes

(Source: fuckmenumb)

Photo 29 Oct 23 notes Me n you we

Me n you we

Text 29 Oct With you

All the things seems ok being with you nist.

Photo 27 May 10 notes fallofmidgard:

spin it for luck

fallofmidgard:

spin it for luck

Photo 29 Apr 87,920 notes dodielautner:

Rules Of Money LOL;p

dodielautner:

Rules Of Money LOL;p

Photo 4 Feb 1 note anuma:

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then  subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to  work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is  inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.  Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the  promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in  love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what  is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an  art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots  that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty  blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and  not two.” - St. Augustine

anuma:

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
- St. Augustine

via Anuma'Z !!.
Photo 6 Jul sometimes

sometimes


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