Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win
Month
Now that gay marriage is legal in Nevada does that mean drunk straight dudes in Las Vegas can accidentally get married.
#’accidentally’#’suppose we have to spend the rest of our lives together now bro’
WHEN I FIRST MOVED TO AMERICA MY TEACHER TOLD ME TO “GET MY FANNY OVER HERE” AND I STOPPED DEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLASSROOM AND THAT PHRASE HAUNTED ME FOR YEARS UNTIL I LEARNED THAT IT MEANT BUTT IN AMERICA NOT VAGINA
you know friend memes???? like something happens between you and a friend and you bring it up occasionally and it like becomes a meme between you two??? like to others they wouldnt get it but so its like a meme for your friends???
i have been informed that what i described is an inside joke
this is one of the best posts ive ever made because its just so fascinating to look through the tags and read all of your friend memes
I’m real tired of seeing skinny white kids painted as THE AVERAGE QUEER. Like please show me a curvy Indian agender kid from Brooklyn, a hispanic lesbian and her black girlfriend. A trans demisexual dude from Korea. GIVE ME SOMETHING OTHER THAN LANKY PALE PEOPLE WITH COLORFUL HAIR PLEASE GOD.
I will never stop linking to this article: Black People Make Up Largest Share of LGBT Community
Let’s stop pretending otherwise, OK Media?
peggy carter is better than batman pass it on
That’s not fair to Peggy because it’s really not that hard to be better than Batman.
let’s play Did I Always Have That Personality Trait Or Did I Absorb It From A Character?
Bonus round: wait one fucking second isn’t that something my friend says and now I’m saying it too
and then there’s my favorite: Did I Get That From My Friend Or Did They Get It From Me?
People mistake ovulation and menstruation to be the same thing when in fact they aren’t
Ovulation is when the eggs are saying “hello friends I am here”
And menstuation is when the eggs are saying “goodbye friends I am gone”
THIS EXPLAINS THE DIFFERENCE 40x BETTER THAN MY ENTIRE SEVENTH GRADE SEX ED CLASS.
Omfg
goodbye friends i am gone and I AM TAKING EVERYTHING WITH ME
eteo:
i have an idea for a website:
alright, you know how 7 people in the world are supposed to look like you or whatever
we make this website.
and people upload pictures of themselves and add characteristic tags or something (curly hair, brown eyes, etc) ((idk something like that))
and we UNITE YOU WITH YOUR TWINS
LETS DO IT IT WOULD BE FUN
PLEASE CAN THIS BE A THING
We needthis
kill your double
DO NOT KILL YOUR DOUBLE
gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining
because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them…
i have otps and notps but i also have nothankyoutps where i don’t outwardly hate the pairing but i wanna be polite when i say keep that shit out my face
why are teenagers so damn angry?
because they’re treated like children and expected to behave like adults
Finally, someone says it.
If we can all forgive Iron Man, Black Widow, Thor, Loki, Willow, Angel, Spike, Faith, Topher Brink, Adele Dewitt, Alpha and all these complicated, complex and redeemed characters from the Whedonverse, why is it SO DAMN HARD to see that this is the road Grant Ward is walking one step at a time???
love sara bareilles because all her songs are “fuck you” lyrics wrapped up in an optimistic, upbeat tune and that’s exactly what I always need in my life
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
