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jammi-dodger:

leaveyouwiththiskiss:

jammi-dodger:

linestothemiddleofnowhere:

jammi-dodger:

Pre-T to a little over 2.5 years on T

Amazing!

Thanks! :) 

Yay you look awesome!

Thank you :D

jammi-dodger:

leaveyouwiththiskiss:

jammi-dodger:

linestothemiddleofnowhere:

jammi-dodger:

Pre-T to a little over 2.5 years on T

Amazing!

Thanks! :) 

Yay you look awesome!

Thank you :D

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luciawestwick:

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officialdaddyegbert:

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boxlunches:

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Every single friday this kid just shows up dressed as link I love this school

Does he talk

he does but whenever someone calls his name for roll call he just goes “HEUH” 

what happened in this young man’s life that made him think “damn, every friday i’m gonna go to school dressed as link”

officialdaddyegbert:

blobeggs:

boxlunches:

blobeggs:

Every single friday this kid just shows up dressed as link I love this school

Does he talk

he does but whenever someone calls his name for roll call he just goes “HEUH” 

what happened in this young man’s life that made him think “damn, every friday i’m gonna go to school dressed as link”

Aug 24th / 373,695 notes

A truly majestic scene from “Deep Breath”

Aug 24th / 866 notes

You’re wrong about us being on different paths. We’re not on different paths. You’re my path, and you’re  a l w a y s  gonna be my path.

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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)

I’m really glad I read that.

(via selfesteampunk)

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i’d only just about got over Eleven’s regeneration then Moffat went and did that, fucker

Aug 24th / Tagged: doctor who matt smith eleven you son of a bitch you can't toy with people's emotions like that I loved the scene cos I love matt but at the same time I felt like it was taking away from peter's moment which is a bit unfair but anyway I am now back into first stage grieving again fuck you Moffat spoilers doctor who spoilers deep breath / 0 notes

buckoftheirish:

tumbledore-:

gohomemccall:

my dad is a senior software engineer at Google
this is his work laptop

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he takes it to company meetings

I’ve been told he has received many compliments

Marry him.

did
did you read the post

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officialpollen:

celebrities that get more shit than they should:

  • nicki minaj
  • ke$ha
  • miley cyrus
  • lorde
  • lindsay lohan
  • taylor swift

celebrities that don’t get enough shit:

  • justin bieber
  • nash grier
  • justin bieber
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blackfemalepresident:

old ass ppl talk shit about my generation until they accidentally disable their wifi and cant figure out how to turn it back on

then im suddenly the mastermind of information & resources

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