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READING catcher in the rye, jd salinger
MUSIC big scary, gin wigmore, walk the moon, milo green

bless quackles for the glorious sam sidebar
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Dispatchwork, Lego street art around the world by Jan Vormann.

discontentramblings:

An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures

The show is called ‘All or Nothing’

allthesmallwords:

the greatest scene in all of modern cinema

infinitenap:

a day in the life

prospitianprincess:

preferred pet names:

  • queen
  • empress
  • supreme overlord
  • officer
  • the lawful judge
  • president
  • führer
  • her imperial condescension

amcraviotospeaks:

theonewhosawitall:

emilylouiserichardson:

The last picture is the face of fear.

no that last picture is him wondering if he had a kid without knowing it

How is that any difference from the face of fear?

amandaonwriting:

A guide to tea

"

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)

englishsnow:

by nana0403

tastefullyoffensive:

Sochi Problems [yahoosports]

theanimejunkie:

bossubossupromode:

Two students, James and John were given a grammar test by their teacher. The question was, “is it better to use “had” or “had had” in this example sentence?”

The teacher collected the tests, and looked over their answers.

James, while John had had “had”, had had “had had.” “Had had” had had a better effect on the teacher.

welcome to the english language

itseasytoremember:

jerkidiot:

i just realized tater tots is short for potato toddlers and i don’t know how i feel about that

Shut up and eat your delicious babies

pajamaswag:

bluebombardier:

New England Aquarium ad campaign on the MBTA.

fuck yah NE represent

http://minky-for-short.tumblr.com/post/75652537330/brokensmmy-because-i-know-people-are-going-to

brokensmmy:

because i know people are going to make the bullshit “sam doesn’t love dean as much” argument, i’m gonna go ahead and say that this kind of means sam loves him more.

that was sam saying he wouldn’t take away dean’s agency, wouldn’t violate his consent and watch dean kill people…