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I got my heart broken and I survived, I failed 3 courses in university and graduated, I got rejected in the very first job I applied for and got promoted yesterday, I went through hard times with my family but then two years later, we laughed our hearts out over lunch, The closest friends disappointed me several times but I made new friends and loved them with all my heart. I did it once, I can do it again.

“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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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)

I’m really glad I read that.

(via selfesteampunk)

Me: I want to write books

Me: I want to build rocket ships

Me: I want to learn a dozen languages

Also me: I want to sleep more.

- “Why are you always hiding behind a mask?” - “ I’m just doing openly what everybody does unknowingly”

Alef Vernon Art

*slams book shut*

“When I open this again I’d better not read what I thought I just did”

Violet is my spirit animal. 😒😂

My life is constantly just an inner monologue of "why did I do that"

Boys cry. Girls masturbate. Boys can like pink and not be gay. Girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian. Boys can like ballet. Girls can like video games. Boys can be hot without a six pack. Girls can be hot without a hairless body. Boys can have hair down to their waists. Girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat. Gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do.

Chiara Bautista  -  https://thereachiarabautista.deviantart.com  -  https://www.instagram.com/chiarabautistaart  -  https://www.facebook.com/chiarabautistaartwork

¡Qué niña más bonita!

¡Qué niña más bonita! Eres una princesa. Dale un beso a la amiga de mamá, me da igual que no quieras. No te preocupes si los niños te tiran al suelo, es que les gustas. ¡Qué graciosos los niños, levantándoles las faldas! Son cosas de niños. No seas tan bruta jugando, pareces un niño. Las niñas mayores no lloran. Tienes que ser buena. Las señoritas no gritan. Calla. Mira qué guapa, con tu pelito arreglado. Si te ven jugar con los chicos te llamarán marimacho. Qué bonita eres. Las niñas son muy complejas. No te preocupes si te tratan mal, es que te tienen envidia. Las niñas sois más listas, ellos siempre juegan, mientras que vosotras estudiáis. Deja de quejarte. Los videojuegos son de chicos. Los coches son de chicos. Las cocinitas son de niñas. Judo no, mejor gimnasia rítmica. Las niñas siempre son más educadas, tan calladitas. ¿Informática? ¿No prefieres bailar? ¡Con lo guapa que estás con falda! No te vayas con nadie que no seamos nosotros. Ten cuidado. No cojas nada de nadie. Hay hombres muy malos. ¿Tienes novio? ¿Ya? ¿No tienes novio todavía? Estás siempre rodeada de chicos, calientapollas. Me he enterado de que se la chupas a tu novio, puta. Llama para que te recoja. Pide a tus amigos que te acompañen. Ten cuidado. No vuelvas sola. Así vestida pareces una mojigata. Así vestida pareces una puta. Si no querías que te mirase, ¿para qué llevas escote? Si no querías que te tocase, no haberme calentado. ¿Qué pasa, tienes la regla? Bailas así para ponerme, andas así para ponerme, me miras así para ponerme. ¿Vomitas para adelgazar? Qué superficial, la belleza está en el interior. Eh, tío, ve a por la amiga gorda, son más fáciles porque están desesperadas. Te los follas a todos, zorra. ¿Aún virgen, frígida? Estás buenísima. No te toco ni de coña. ¿Ser madre? ¿No eres demasiado joven? ¿No eres demasiado vieja? ¿Es que no tienes ambición? ¿No quieres ser madre? Eres demasiado joven para saberlo. Vas a perderte lo más importante en la vida de una mujer. Te maquillas demasiado para venir a clase. ¡Ay, si te arreglaras un poco! Vosotras lo tenéis más fácil, con enseñar teta está todo hecho. ¿Qué hay para cenar? ¿Qué hay para comer? ¿Dónde están las toallas? ¿Me has planchado la camisa? ¡No queda nada en la nevera! Ahora no puedo hablar, tengo cosas que hacer. Deberías agradecer que te mirasen. Lo que daría cualquier hombre por tener ese poder. Si te mira otra vez le doy. ¿Después de tanto tiempo, me dices que no quieres nada conmigo? Los hombres y las mujeres no pueden ser amigos, ellos siempre piensan en lo mismo. Ese tío te trata bien, ¿qué más quieres? Eres tan borde porque te falta un buen polvo. No te pongas histérica, era una broma. Qué rápido te ofendes, no aguantas un chiste. Deja de llorar ya, coño, que eres mayorcita. No me digas eso delante de mis amigos. No te pongas esa falda si no estoy yo, joder. No salgas hasta tan tarde. No discutas conmigo en público. ¿Te violó? ¿Y tú qué le dijiste? ¿Qué llevabas puesto? Algo harías. Joder, no te puedo decir nada. Calla, estoy hablando con mis amigos. ¿Otra vez no quieres sexo? Si no fuera por mí, tú no tendrías nada. Si no fuera por mí, tú no serías nada. Te quiero, nena, por eso te protejo. Te quiero nena, no me dejes. Eres una mala madre. Eres una mala esposa. Eres una mala amiga. Que no me dejes, o hago una locura. Estoy harto de tus movidas. Deja de ponerte histérica. Me tratas tan mal que me pongo nervioso. Que no me dejes, joder, o te mato.

Aparece muerta.

An Introvert/INFP confession

You’re amazing, I just suck at keeping in touch.

To all the people in my life: I truly, deeply, madly love you. You are the people who make my world go round. I’m sorry I’m so bad at picking up the phone and texting/calling. I get lost in my own little introvert world sometimes.

Source: https://introvertdear.com/news/introvert-confessions-personal/

I HAVE NO WORDS

(ALSO this seems to be the op, on youtube)

I really don’t wanna hurt your feelings, but I’m awfully not in the mood to chat right now. I’m sorry and I love you!

Relatable No.15

Why the hell is it easier for me to open up to total strangers than to my closest friends?!

introverts #3

random kind human: you look great today

introvert:

introvert:

introvert: what

Don’t forget to recharge⚡️

“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely.”

— Unknown

When my introverted self is invited to a social event

Me on the outside:

Me on the inside:

oooop I ACTUALLY did another odd crossover??  - this time with Zelda and The Incredibles. - (a parody of the famous “ my super suit?”-scene)

Mike Winkelmann  -  http://beeple.tumblr.com  -  https://twitter.com/beeple  -  https://www.behance.net/beeple  -  https://www.youtube.com/user/winkelmm  -  http://www.cartoonbrew.com/artist-of-the-day/artist-day-mike-winkelmann-144882.html  -  https://dribbble.com/beeple  -  https://www.instagram.com/beeple_crap  -  https://www.facebook.com/beeple  -  https://plus.google.com/+MikeWinkelmann  -  https://vimeo.com/beeple  -  https://society6.com/beeple

Learn from it and move on.