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lecavaliers: #CAN I HAVE A MOMENT OF YOUR TIME TO TALK TO YOU...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 15:07:35 +0300

#CAN I HAVE A MOMENT OF YOUR TIME TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR SALAZAR SLYTHERIN

the-absolute-best-posts: demeaniac: yeffyaboyuice: IM PEEING i...

Tue, 07 May 2013 23:04:07 +0300

demeaniac:

yeffyaboyuice:

IM PEEING

i tried to scroll past this but

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.

muthafuk: Pawel Kuczynski

Tue, 07 May 2013 07:45:37 +0300

muthafuk:

Pawel Kuczynski

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Tue, 07 May 2013 07:38:39 +0300

Sigur Rós - Fjögur píanó

Mon, 06 May 2013 13:06:56 +0300

Sigur Rós - Fjögur píanó :

sigur ros valtari film experiment - a collection of 16 short films made for the valtari album. out now on dvd, blu-ray & download here: http://smarturl.it/si…

peachesandcream-: thehystericalsociety: Boogeymen - part of a...

Mon, 06 May 2013 12:59:15 +0300

peachesandcream-:

thehystericalsociety:

Boogeymen - part of a series of eerie stereoviews - dated 1923 (Via)

I wish these were my photos

iblamemanagement: lightofmeridian: MY MOM BROUGHT THIS FUCKIGN...

Mon, 06 May 2013 12:25:16 +0300

iblamemanagement:

lightofmeridian:

MY MOM BROUGHT THIS FUCKIGN CARROT HOME FROM THE FARMERS MARKET ADN IM FUGCKIN SOOBBING I NCA NT

hey big boy you come here often

Hey baby, I just want you to know that I’m full of nutrients. Full of them.

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Mon, 06 May 2013 12:20:54 +0300

thespiandeacon: let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit...

Mon, 06 May 2013 12:20:10 +0300

thespiandeacon:

let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor

tastefullyoffensive: [scottmetzger]

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:30:24 +0300

tastefullyoffensive:

[scottmetzger]

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Fri, 03 May 2013 16:45:21 +0300

There's nothing more liberating than

Fri, 03 May 2013 08:07:11 +0300

smorgasbordgie:

not wearing underwear.

yes

discovery: The Hubble Telescope just celebrated its 23rd...

Fri, 03 May 2013 08:04:42 +0300

discovery:

The Hubble Telescope just celebrated its 23rd Anniversary of being in Space! Check out some of it’s most incredible shots and learn more, here - http://bit.ly/ZTHuG1

holy shit balls beautiful

sam-vurps: fallingforev3r: hotllamasex: kanayatheawkwardlesbian: saying ‘since you support gay...

Fri, 03 May 2013 08:03:24 +0300

sam-vurps:

fallingforev3r:

hotllamasex:

kanayatheawkwardlesbian:

saying ‘since you support gay marriage you must be gay’ is like saying ‘since you support obama you must be obama’

we are all obama

And I swear in that moment we were Obama

We accept the Obama we think we deserve

creepturtle: feefeeri: that-snowflake-sure-is-special: Here’s...

Fri, 03 May 2013 07:52:19 +0300

creepturtle:

feefeeri:

that-snowflake-sure-is-special:

Here’s a new entry for my list of reasons why I love Gordon Ramsay.

Gordon

Ramsay

gordon ramsay’s cook-along blog

I think a cook along blog would be fun

Woman: I'm smart

Fri, 03 May 2013 07:49:17 +0300

Woman: I'm smart
Patriarchy: Well you're probably ugly then
Woman: I'm creative
Patriarchy: You mean unattractive right?
Woman: I have all these incredible accomplishments
Patriarchy: Yeah but look how ugly you looked doing them
Woman: I have value
Patriarchy: Not if you're ugly lol
Woman: I'm conventionally-attractive & posted selfies on my blog
Patriarchy: I'm so sick of these empty-headed chicks only caring about their looks. Just because you are attractive and get attention from men doesn't mean you are special or deserve respect. Why don't you read a book or do something productive with your life you dumb slut

19 whole calories?!?! Get it, son!

Thu, 02 May 2013 00:28:59 +0300

19 whole calories?!?! Get it, son!

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Wed, 01 May 2013 20:33:43 +0300

jpgay: me flirting: if you were a cheeto you’d be a hot cheeto

Wed, 01 May 2013 20:15:41 +0300

jpgay:

me flirting: if you were a cheeto you’d be a hot cheeto

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Wed, 01 May 2013 12:35:48 +0300

“

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)