17 10 / 2014


Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy

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17 10 / 2014

"It’s not like astronauts are braver than other people; we’re just meticulously prepared. We dissect what it is that’s going to scare us, and what it is that is a threat to us and then we practice over and over again so that the natural irrational fear is neutralized."

13 10 / 2014

finally, a soup that’s right for me

finally, a soup that’s right for me

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30 9 / 2014

i can’t believe that tomorrow is the 1st of halloween

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29 9 / 2014



This is beyond amazing!

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14 9 / 2014

Girls face so many challenges and people are constantly telling them they can’t do things, they can’t be funny, they can’t run the companies. My advice is just not to focus on anyone telling you that you can’t do anything or the politics of your situation. Just think about your art, or that thing you want to do.

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24 8 / 2014

22 8 / 2014


8 week old Siberian Husky puppy Remmy was only 2.5 lbs when he was brought home. He was  abandoned by his mother at 3 weeks and weighed only 1.1 lbs. He was bottle fed and loved like crazy! Here he is sitting and speaking on command! Too cute for words!!

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19 8 / 2014


I’m pretty sure I’ve said this before, but I want nothing more than for Julia Louis-Dreyfus to star in the film adaption of Where’d You Go, Bernadette? Like, I genuinely can’t think of anyone I’d rather see in that role and they really need to make this movie ASAP because she’s the perfect age…

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13 8 / 2014


Is Nicole Richie even real

I love her too much.

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13 8 / 2014



Your character falls into the “friend zone” - Is this primarily a man’s problem, or are women put in the friend zone as well? x

daniel radcliffe is precious and must be protected at all costs 

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11 8 / 2014

11 8 / 2014


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)

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11 8 / 2014


RIP Robin Williams 1951 - 2014 


RIP Robin Williams 1951 - 2014 

10 8 / 2014

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