Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win
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if i had a time machine i’d go back & check out all those historical ufo sightings
Depending on the rules governing time travel/predestination/etc, this strikes me as an excellent way to be mistaken for a UFO.
There’s a story in there, somewhere.
i. i didn’t even think of that. shit.
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)
Females: I want equal rights.
Females: You can’t hit me I’m a female.Females: I want equal rights and i don’t want you to hit me because I am a human being and I don’t like being hit
What is wrong with men that they equate equality with who you can abuse?
I honestly think people forget that the church and state are supposed to be separate. Give me one non-religious reason against same sex marriage. One non-religious reason against stem cell research. One non-religious reason against safe abortions. Go ahead.
Hint from your local minister’s kid: There isn’t one, and even those “supported” by religion are shoddy and absurd.
Stage 1: NOW KISS
Stage 2: NOW FUCK
Stage 3: NOW BREAK EACH OTHER’S HEARTS AND THEN MEND THEM SLOWLY WHILE TOUCHING EACH OTHER WITH REVERENT, TREMBLING HANDS
Girls don’t want boys, girls want detailed masterpieces of fanfiction with good narrative, fluff, angst and smut of their otp.
I still haven’t decided which form of pun delivery I prefer
- said with a shitty grin, followed by a “aaaaaaahhhhhhh?“ that increases in volume and pitch (finger pistols optional but recommended)
- said in absolute deadpan with no change in facial expression and no follow-up at all
- said online where nobody can tell what you’re doing as you write it
- UPS worldwide expedited with tracking
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
easy there henry
whos henry what thef uck?
*faint laughter from Britian*
what the heck harry turns 20 in 4 months he was like 16 yesterday
1st world problems
Harry’s older than that. Rowling said he was born in ‘80. He’s like 33 now
another episode on ‘is this post about harry potter or harry styles”
and here I thought they were talking about the prince
what up Britain time to get some new names
Know what’s real fucked? Every other age group has the correct aged actors representing them except teenagers. Adults play adults - children play children; but teenagers are played by more adults. Why? Because apparently our body changes from puberty are too ugly for TV. So what happens? We go through those years looking at the perfect “teenagers” and wondering why we don’t look like that.
*SMASHES REBLOG BUTTON SO HARD THAT MY FIST BREAKS*
sorry but a relationship where you forbid each other to talk to the opposite sex isn’t a relationship at all. love is about admiration not possession, we might live in a world where materialism is acceptable but people aren’t the same you can’t control someone like that
*sends this to all the couples at my school*
don’t get it twisted like i respect bugs for being the best they can be in spite of their specific assigned flesh prisons and their ecological significance but they need to stay the fuck away from me
I don’t understand why people think that technology is making us antisocial. I will ignore you just as easily with a book as I will with my cell phone.
i dont think anyone is more serious about urban legends than theatre kids i mean once a kid had to go home from rehearsal bc he said the name of the scottish play onstage and someone punched him in the face
of course i didnt what kind of fool do you take me for
middle schoolers complaining about how stressful school is
Excuse you middle school may have been simpler in your time but these days it can be so brutal. Had you read three Steinbeck books by the time you were thirteen? Probably not.
For as much as they tell you about Stop Drop and Roll as a kid, I really expected to be on fire more times in my life.
