Run mad as often as you choose.

conniecann: [x]

Thu, 23 May 2013 22:38:16 +0100

conniecann:

[x]

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Thu, 23 May 2013 22:32:12 +0100

mosoli: im still laughing at this

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:13:18 +0100

mosoli:

im still laughing at this

wryer: Jil Sander FW 12

Wed, 22 May 2013 07:43:07 +0100

wryer:

Jil Sander FW 12

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Tue, 21 May 2013 23:59:13 +0100

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Tue, 21 May 2013 23:59:08 +0100

Alexander McQueen

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:56:08 +0100

Alexander McQueen

abounding-happiness: “Just sing little darlin, sing with...

Tue, 21 May 2013 17:02:11 +0100

abounding-happiness:

“Just sing little darlin, sing with me”

Currently addicted to this album.

psilentasincjelli:claydols: if tumblr does nothing for social justice then youre obviously...

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:55:48 +0100

psilentasincjelli:claydols:

if tumblr does nothing for social justice then youre obviously following the wrong blogs because i learned more from here than i could anywhere else
i didnt even know half of the problems that i learned about existed or that i was contributing to them

Seriously, educating is a form of activism, and Tumblr does that in spades.

1000drawings: by Matthew h sharack

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:51:04 +0100

1000drawings:

by Matthew h sharack

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Mon, 20 May 2013 19:49:42 +0100

chainsawpunk: wow she really can play any role

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:38:56 +0100

chainsawpunk:

wow she really can play any role

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Sat, 18 May 2013 02:25:01 +0100

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 02:24:28 +0100

“

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)

gemdust: can i be either one of you please?

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:16:46 +0100

gemdust:

can i be either one of you please?

bitchfaceart: John William Waterhouse, Penelope and the...

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:14:17 +0100

bitchfaceart:

John William Waterhouse, Penelope and the Suitors (1912)

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Wed, 15 May 2013 21:02:06 +0100

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Wed, 15 May 2013 07:25:00 +0100

cr-a-ze: i love this

Tue, 14 May 2013 07:17:14 +0100

cr-a-ze:

i love this

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Mon, 13 May 2013 22:45:55 +0100