May 26, 2013   152 notes

avocadosalad:

thenatwolff:

amoraliste:

jennaonline:

Nothing to make you feel better like watching a little penguin walk around with his little penguin backpack.  I can’t even handle it! 

Apparently the story is that this little guy was rescued by a Japanese fisherman and has lived with their family ever since. They took him shopping at the fish market once and he got really excited, obviously, so they started letting him do the shopping by himself. They send him to the fish shop and he picks up fish for the family and brings it home in his little penguin backpack! 

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this is just too much. 

I was having a stressful day up until this point. NOT ANYMORE THERES A PENGUIN WALKING AROUND DOIN PENGUIN THINGS AND THAT TOWN IS JUST LIKE YUP THERES THAT PENGUIN LETS HELP HIM ALONG HIS WAY ;-;

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May 26, 2013   389,003 notes

child-of-clay:

im-electric-sympathy:

i made sum pancakes

oh my god are you shitting me

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May 3, 2013   177,706 notes

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.

—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)

April 21, 2013   213,739 notes

jetgreguar:

everydayedward:

anatomintheuniverse:

knowledgethroughscience:

Mount Etna blows a smoke ring during volcanic eruptions.

mt etna is my bro

In preparation for 420calypse

blaze it nature 

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March 10, 2013

i havent visited this section of the internet in a while

its been so long there is literally no way i will ever scroll back to shit i’ve seen before

the only reason i’m here is, while making toaster strudels at 7am (fuck daylight savings), i was inspired to make a blog.  share my thoughts with the internet, make my voice heard!

then i realized i already had one

and i never use it

i dont think anyone reads these anyways but if you made it this far

i hope you have a wonderful day

March 10, 2013   207,349 notes
jakeykitty:

tumblrsloth:

What the fucking shit is happening

i cant stop laughing omg

jakeykitty:

tumblrsloth:

What the fucking shit is happening

i cant stop laughing omg

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February 11, 2013   2 notes

Tags: goat swag fuck da police

February 11, 2013   382,829 notes
ahvaangel:

dark-deception:

p4c-sun:

brbjess:



OKAY, THIS IS GREAT.
this kid gets all the points.
equality, you’re doing it right.
Pure. Fucking. Genius.
wow this.
thats the biggest slap in the face. PREACH IT. 
i worship this kid, i really do.
All the awards. ALL OF THEM.


This is perfection

what they said^ omg

GENIUS.

ahvaangel:

dark-deception:

p4c-sun:

brbjess:

OKAY, THIS IS GREAT.

this kid gets all the points.

equality, you’re doing it right.

Pure. Fucking. Genius.

wow this.

thats the biggest slap in the face. PREACH IT. 

i worship this kid, i really do.

All the awards. ALL OF THEM.

This is perfection

what they said^ omg

GENIUS.

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February 10, 2013   308,454 notes
effectives:

my day has been made.

effectives:

my day has been made.

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February 10, 2013   230,838 notes

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