I will make everyone who reblogs this a mix CD based on your blog
No limits, anyone who reblogs this gets the tracklist messaged to them.
Thank you, you're a lovely person!
YOU ARE THE BEST PERSON EVER FOR COMING UP WITH THIS IDEA AND DOING IT.
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I am a lovesick lovefool. I dont want to cry about it…but I had a very long, hard cry today.
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Russ Meyer :D
Russ Meyer :D
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Deus Ex | Yellow
Human Revolution has amazing animation.
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I am so done with everyone on this site.
Nice.
young-avenger-wiccan: my dad sent these to me and said, "Look...
my dad sent these to me and said, "Look at our chalkboard in the break room!"
belatedmedia: The first movie really did have a great script.
The first movie really did have a great script.
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My favorite pirates. Truly the best comedy relief in the movies.
My favorite pirates. Truly the best comedy relief in the movies.
truthandglory: No matter who you are, you fucking wave at a...
No matter who you are, you fucking wave at a toddler saying "bye"
pxlbyte: Amazing Pokémon Bead Art
"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."
"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 awelltraveledwoman)
A kind word to anyone that tries to manage my art career:
If you are not a leading curator or art seller, or if you have no understanding of the contemporary art world:
Back off, please. My work is not your work. I’m not here to draw your face or so and so’s child’s face. For free or even paid. I do not sit down with impatient adults or fidgety children and draw them. I’m not here to give my work away to strangers that do not appreciate or understand art. If you know my work, you know I am not in the portrait making business. Thank you. I understand your intentions are good…as is paved the path to hell (hell being my artistic ruin). Once again, thank you.
Furthermore, I dont even draw portraits all that well nor accurately. So for the sake of your time and [most importantly to me] my time, do not request or suggest making portrait works as gifts for anyone.
logotv: REBLOG if you want Jinkx Monsoon to be America's Next...
REBLOG if you want Jinkx Monsoon to be America's Next Drag Superstar!
YES! I live for Jinkx Monsoon!
I wish I could say “I don’t give a fuck about what others think or say of me” and...
I wish I could say “I don’t give a fuck about what others think or say of me” and really mean it.
adrifts: If you are terrified of snakes then I suppose this...
If you are terrified of snakes then I suppose this beautiful Serpents series by Paris based artist Guido Mocafico isn't really your cup of tea.
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and..."
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."- Neil Gaiman (via aurearex)
This…this is so true.
I hate my body sometimes....
I’m not comfortable moving in a free manner or dancing…especially when people are staring at me. I get uncomfortable to the point that I begin to feel anxious and want to cry. I felt like I relived high school dance class all over again. I am very self conscious of how I look. Very, very self conscious about how I move.
Dance class wont give me confidence.
Burlesque wont give me confidence.
Sex wont give me confidence.
Nothing outside of myself can give me confidence.
I feel so tense I want no one to touch me right now. I dont even want to be looked at.
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