change of season

"But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both."

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:39:41 -0400

“But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.”

- Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via larmoyante)

bakedbutt: you ever wake up one morning and realize youre kat

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:34:14 -0400

bakedbutt:

you ever wake up one morning and realize youre kat

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Mon, 20 May 2013 21:54:36 -0400

"They ain't lose a daughter got a son"

Sun, 19 May 2013 19:41:01 -0400

satanic2chainz:

oh look, there’s jay-z dismantling patriarchal views of marriage along with taking beyonce last name but aint nobody want to talk any shit about that

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Sun, 19 May 2013 18:49:02 -0400

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Sun, 19 May 2013 17:55:15 -0400

arsenal-gooner: Lionel & Thiago.

Sun, 19 May 2013 17:50:13 -0400

arsenal-gooner:

Lionel & Thiago.

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Sat, 18 May 2013 14:34:16 -0400

erqo: Quelqu’un m’a dit by Carla Bruni

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:19:06 -0400

erqo:

Quelqu’un m’a dit by Carla Bruni

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Thu, 16 May 2013 11:15:59 -0400

ahmarzing: Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well.

Wed, 15 May 2013 23:34:54 -0400

ahmarzing:

Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well.

Me and my boo in my boo coup ridin'

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:19:06 -0400

Me and my boo in my boo coup ridin'

verysharpteeth: Cristian, bless his heart, looked like the...

Mon, 13 May 2013 21:38:38 -0400

verysharpteeth:

Cristian, bless his heart, looked like the designated driver for this whole party.

vamos-barcelona: fc barcelona la liga 2012/2013 title...

Mon, 13 May 2013 21:35:39 -0400

vamos-barcelona:

fc barcelona la liga 2012/2013 title celebration in parade

Keira Knightley as Coco Chanel in new short film by Karl...

Thu, 09 May 2013 11:15:51 -0400

Keira Knightley as Coco Chanel in new short film by Karl Lagerfeld

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Sat, 04 May 2013 21:04:08 -0400

lifeonredbull: Nico please.

Sat, 04 May 2013 20:50:49 -0400

lifeonredbull:

Nico please.

Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal

Sat, 04 May 2013 16:15:12 -0400

renegadetongue:

Naomi Shihab Nye

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.

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Wed, 01 May 2013 11:20:49 -0400

"the first word I teach my daughter will be “no” she will sing it to me and scream it at me and I..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 21:07:00 -0400

“the first word I teach my daughter will be “no”
she will sing it to me and scream it at me
and I will never tell her to quiet down
she will say it when I tell her to go to bed
when I tell her she can’t have anymore candy
or watch anymore television
“no” will be my daughter’s favorite word
not only will I teach her how to say it
but I will teach her to repeat it over and over
again until every single atom in her tiny little body
hums with it
If it makes her less soft than the other girls
I will take her to museums and show her
what marble and stone can become
I will brush her hair and let her wear whatever
she wants
whatever that makes her
she will know
that the world has been built upon “no’s”
upon rejections and refusals and swords
if this makes her a warrior in a field of
flowers, then she will walk without fear
of being trampled on
the first word I teach my daughter will be
“no”
and when she grows up
in a world that tells her
she can’t walk down the street by herself
that “no” will be heard
it will roar and echo down the block
and she will never be told to keep
silent
she will not know the meaning of the word.”

- The First Word I Teach My Daughter (via alonesomes)