A while ago, I penned a fairly angry response to something circulating on the internet – the 21 Habits of Happy People. It pissed me off beyond belief, that there was an inference that if you weren’t Happy, you simply weren’t doing the right things.
I’ve had depression for as long as I can…
What if some of the Troll’s faces looked like their emoticons?
whY DoesNT THIS HAVE MORE NOTes OH MY GOD
I lost it at Terezi.
It’s essay writing season for tons of students!
After being a college writing tutor for over a year, I thought I would share my advice with all you awesome people on tumblr. This is how I write essays, but if you’ve got more tips, feel free to add them below.
Happy writing. You can do it!
I’m not very good with words,
but I just love you so, so much.
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
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 letheanriver)|
The “un deux trois” (name) quatre (pronounced like “cat”) cinq (pronounced like “sank”, as in it sank)
Icelandic descendants of Vikings singing a hymn in a German train station. They totally need to be on the next Thor soundtrack.
Oh man oh man oh man. 6 guys, and it FILLS THE SPACE. Luck of the architecture - and they know how to pull it off. Nothing is easy making vocal music in a space not built for it. I want to do this kind of thing - randomly perform multipart harmony in public spaces.
And it reminds me of Bjork: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiN_YTyaNtI
My god this is beautiful.
Oh my god, the bass voice is superb.
This makes me feel so many things. Gods, it’s gorgeous and so evocative and wow. I need to find out what hymn this is.
It’s Hear, Heavenly Creator (I don’t know how that’s spelled in Icelandic, and I don’t have the characters on my keyboard for the letters anyway haha).
It’s… old as balls. Like 11th century old.
This is so blissful to listen too <3
Everyone needs to stop dicking around and seriously do something about this. This is a wide spread matter. If you think honey bees dying out won’t effect us in any way, you are dead wrong. Everyone can do something, ANYTHING, to help. Sign petitions. Boycott. Let government know that this is a serious matter!! If you are a farmer or know someone spread the messages to STOP using insecticides/pesticides and gmos!! Let everyone know!! THERE ARE BETTER ALTERNATIVES. They are bad for us as well causing serious health problems! NOT ONLY THAT BUT BEES POLLINATE MORE THAN JUST FLOWERS!! MOST OF THE FRUITS AND VEGETABLES WE EAT AND MANY OTHER FOODS. YOU WILL NOT HAVE THEM EVER AGAIN THE SAME WAY WITHOUT THE BEES. COCOA = CHOCOLATE. BEES HELP POLLINATE COCOA. THINK ABOUT NEVER HAVING CHOCOLATE AGAIN. JUST THINK ABOUT THIS. So please!! Everyone! Spread this message!! You CAN make a difference!!
Bees are fucking important
Also bees are nice, they don’t sting because if their sting comes off they DIE
but wasps and hornets are assholes, they kill bees and they sting
Also bees are fucking artists and the best fucking engineers in the world
And nobody, as far as I know, has ever been able to produce synthetic honey
So, no bees, no honey
I may be scared to death and run at sight of a bee but I don’t want them all to die!
So bee careful when dealing with bees!
I paused Scooby-Doo at just the right moment…
i TOLD you man
i TOLD you about ghosts
New Zealand is the worst with ridiculous puns seriously we can’t help ourselves we have a town called Bulls and everytime we drive through there I just
Oh god, we’re in Bulls…
BULLS JESUS CHRIST
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME BULLS??
THAT IS A POLICE STATION BULLS CRIME PREVENTION ISN’T A JOKE
FOR FUCKS SAKE BULLS GET OUTTA MA FACE
Bulls hit the mark with these puns.
:THIS DESERVES A BILLION FUCKING NOTES.
OMG. I am not ever not reblogging this. People need to be heard.
Everytime I will reblog. People NEED to see this.
READ THIS. Take a few seconds, and just read this. Then reblog it. Then think about it hard.