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

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)

I’ve seen this before but it always touches me. 

(via blueartemis07)
31.8.14 at 3:33
© oliviacirce
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Characterization done right.

Steve Rogers in a single gif.

We joke about Steve’s patriotism as his strong suit, but his actual strength was his sense of moral right. His whole philosophy is summed up in the line “I don’t like bullies” in the first movie. Steve loves his country. He loves it enough to be at the front of the line trying to fix what he sees as moral wrong in it.


"I’m just gonna ask you 73 questions in an unreasonably short amount of time.”

31.8.14 at 3:18
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31.8.14 at 1:02
© staypozitive
• 2030



do people think this is like really romantic or something he can’t hold her because he has fucking scissors for hands

no people think it’s really fucking sad ‘cause he loves her and cant hold her because he has SCISSORS FOR HANDS



yo but this says so much about rape when a woman would literally rather be around a murderer than a rapist

hitmen only hit who they’re paid to hit, rapists will rape anyone they want to. I would much rather be around a hitman than a rapist.

31.8.14 at 1:01
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Confused husky pup

He’s not expressing confusion, he’s tilting his head for better sound localization. While having an ear on each side of the head is good for lateral echolocation, tilting the head so that the ears are offset gives it vertical depth.



Oh my gosh, that explains why some dogs put their head to one side when you talk to them. They’re not confused, they’re trying to listen to us better. Awww.

31.8.14 at 1:00
© hkirkh
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So you want to make an OC?: A Masterpost of Ways to Create, Develop, and Make Good OCs!

i made this masterpost in hopes that it helps you in making your own OCs ah;; it can also apply to developing RP characters i suppose! if you’d like to add more resources then go for it sugar pea (´ヮ`)!

How to Write Better OCs:

Character Development:


Mary Sue/Gary Stu







again, this is to help inspire you or help establish your OCs! i hope you get a lot of info and help from this ahh ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

31.8.14 at 0:59
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Hemp is a Sensible, Sustainable, Highly-Industrializable Plant

We should utilize it. Hemp could solve many problems.

END PROHIBITION. It is NOT just about smoking.


And you forgot a big one: it is excellent at trapping carbon! Plants pull the carbon dioxide out of the air, turn the carbons into other compounds and release the oxygen, thus cooling the planet.

31.8.14 at 0:58
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31.8.14 at 0:55
© staypozitive
• 1755


Never Lose Your Flames


From Kerrang Magazine:

Hi fans, and new readers!

I’m Tyler from Issues. I grew up in a small town, and as I grew up and realized I hated how off the map I was, I began realizing that I wanted big things in life. Never at the time did I care for fame or money nor did I reckon I would ever be in a big band. I just knew I wanted to feel excited, like I was doing something with my life, or in a city people actually knew of. Now I know everyone doesn’t want to explore the world, and some people love their town, but I also know everyone of you thirst for some action in life. I moved off to be a part of Riverside Military Academy in high-school, because I was really bored with my boring life. I learned a lot there. I never cared to be like in the army or air-force or anything, I just admired how on fire the school was. They taught me how to get up each day with a purpose. Taught me how to be a leader. But there’s my first objective… I challenge my fans, and the readers, to wake up each morning with goals and aspirations. You need to find it within yourself to wake up and feel positive. Live each day with some kind of purpose. I feel like my life is exciting now, but I still doubt myself some days. I still wonder if I’m doing enough, or getting enough work done, or if I’m being lazy. So I always try to move week to week with goals, and tasks to complete.

I bet some of you guys are getting jobs soon, summer is right around the corner. My advice would be, no matter where you work, or who you work for, to always kill people with kindness. I’ve been in so many positions where someone was a “proper knob” to me, and I always thought I would just remain positive and humble in my mind, and that would encourage those people to learn some decency. You should always do and be the best you can be in your job. You never know who you will meet or what will come of every situation. I grew up in the south, and I was raised to treat people with love and compassion even when sometimes I don’t know if they deserve it or not. Everything happens for a reason ya know? But tomorrow is a knew day, so you have to give the world a second chance, every single day. Forget yesterday, and just find a new purpose today!

I’m lucky to have the family I have, and have such moral fiber instilled in me, but life hasn’t always been super rad for me. I was pretty poor in my early years of life. Spent time living in a car with my Mother, before we decided at a low point to “mooch” off other members of my family. Though they would never consider helping and supporting family “mooching” no one ever wants to rely on others for this kind of support. But even at a young age, I knew how to keep my mom’s spirits up, and we rose from the ashes, reunited with my father, and persevered. Not everyone has that type of bond with their family, but that doesn’t mean blame the world or give up on hope. Though family should always be the backbone to your existence, there are other people to let into your life that can give you the unconditional love. My friends are also a strong support system. I can always remember letting my friends in with my darkest secrets. I remember Michael being the first person to truly know I was bisexual. My mom could always tell, but it was so scary really letting my family in, because they had always been such a rock in my life, I couldn’t bare the thought of them not accepting that and losing our bond. But I should’ve always known they would be the biggest supporters of my life and my future. As they were. I hope that each of you can learn to love yourself, because Jay Cole (American Rapper, hit song Crooked Smile) said it best, and I learned, “A perfect smile is more appealing but it’s funny how, my shit is crooked, look how far I done got without it, I keep my twisted grill, just to show the kids it’s real, we ain’t picture perfect but we’re worth the picture still; love yourself or nobody will.” These lyrics seem commercial to some, but there’s so much truth in this piece, I hope you see through my eyes.

30.8.14 at 22:04
© tylercarter4l
• 1775
Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer.
---(via crgasmic)
30.8.14 at 22:00
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So today was interesting


bruh. game over. she’s marrying that guy and having really talented artistic babies.

What the fuck is this from ?!!?!!!!!???

30.8.14 at 21:51
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