"Telling a young girl she can’t wear what she wants because it’s not appropriate encourages the idea that men’s reactions should dictate society’s norms, and that all women are meta-Eves, tempting and ensnaring men with our sultry-eyed gaze. My parents’ culture is steeped in patriarchy, in the philosophy of the one-step machismo machine, where there is just one kind of man, and two kinds of women: the angel and the whore. These limited ideas of masculinity breed men who want ownership of women."

Fariha Roison (via coffeekaling)

Yes.

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^^^^^^^^^^^

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fuck-benedict-cumberbatch:

oeve-at-221b:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

albus—tumbledore:

32, 613 people understand this. Please explain


What?

nobody say a word

fuck-benedict-cumberbatch:

oeve-at-221b:

my-stereo-heart-beats-for-you:

albus—tumbledore:

32, 613 people understand this. Please explain

What?

nobody say a word

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A word about bronies.

saintcheshire:

So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite…

What the actual FUCK is wrong with people?

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collegehumor:

It’s Not Porn…

It’s HBO.

Relevant

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psychedelic-noodles:

sarcasticmisanthropicvegan:

they were rescued from a testing lab, they’ve never walked on grass before

MY HEART

This is from an organization called Beagle Freedom Project. They rescue all species of lab animals (though the brunt of their work is dogs, I’ve seen them rescue horses, rabbits and more). It’s an organization near and dear to me, and I encourage you to learn more about the work they’re doing. And watch the video of the dogs being outside for the first time. If you’re not crying by the end, I question the existence of your soul.

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I love when Bats gets all snarky.

I love when Bats gets all snarky.

(via zohbugg)

The second one…. I know those feels.

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"brb"

Jesus, probably. (via glossylalia)

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"

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.” (via endegame)

I will always reblog this.

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agentmlovestacos:

Best license plate. Well done, Long Island.

agentmlovestacos:

Best license plate. Well done, Long Island.