Oscar is 10 years old, he lives at the hospital, he has no bones, and he knows he is going to die
stfueverything:

squishybruise:

Got my Mens Rights Activist costume ready for Halloween !

this is the greatest thing

stfueverything:

squishybruise:

Got my Mens Rights Activist costume ready for Halloween !

this is the greatest thing

pagingme:

my dog likes think she’s really small and can share a chair 

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my brother left because there was no room on the chair

Thursday, September 18, 2014
"

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

"

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

(via bookoisseur)

Tears.

(via hillarygayle)

guy:

THE REACTION FACES ARE WHAT I LIVE FOR

"When you’re in the position I’m in, you have two options: you can either shut yourself off from everybody, from the world, and not live a full life. Or you welcome everybody into your life and occasionally somebody will try to take advantage. And I’d much rather be that person who lets people in.” (Daniel Radcliffe photographed by Ernest Doroszuk)

conversantaparade:

oh my gosh you guys

today in art 120, my intro to design class

our professor asked us to ‘draw a picture of a creature riding a bike’ to get to know us

and when he said creature I thought he meant like, monster, that kind of thing

and about a minute in I look around

and the three other people at my table have drawn an elephant, a squirrel, and another elephant, respectively

and I’ve drawn

A HUMAN CENTIPEDE RIDING A BICYCLE

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HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
top-model:

damn, tyra. you might as well just write “i fuckin hate u” on the paper and give her that.

top-model:

damn, tyra. you might as well just write “i fuckin hate u” on the paper and give her that.

morivan:

My dream for the 2016 presidential election is not having to choose which human rights I’m feeling like compromising on.

fellowteen:

this is the most beautiful and amazing thing i have ever read in my entire life and it makes me so so happy

fellowteen:

this is the most beautiful and amazing thing i have ever read in my entire life and it makes me so so happy

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

I didn’t know I was lonely ‘til I saw your face
I didn’t know I was broken ‘til I wanted to change

 
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