my dear november, baby, i love you well.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 12:00:13 -0700

"I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold."

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:00:31 -0700

““I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.””

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

"If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it."

Thu, 16 May 2013 12:00:29 -0700

“If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.”

- C.S Lewis

"May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true."

Wed, 15 May 2013 12:00:13 -0700

““May I a small house and large garden have;
And a few friends,
And many books, both true.””

- Abraham Cowley

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Sat, 11 May 2013 12:00:27 -0700

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Fri, 10 May 2013 12:00:32 -0700

Hen & Chick. (at Wahclella Falls Trailhead)

Thu, 09 May 2013 12:00:33 -0700

Hen & Chick. (at Wahclella Falls Trailhead)

Lucia - Silence (by LuciaMariaOfficial)

Wed, 08 May 2013 12:00:35 -0700

Lucia - Silence (by LuciaMariaOfficial)

Gluten-Free Lemon and Coconut Cake | What Katie Ate

Fri, 03 May 2013 12:00:29 -0700

Gluten-Free Lemon and Coconut Cake | What Katie Ate

Ane Brun - Do You Remember (Official Video HD) (by Ane Brun)

Thu, 02 May 2013 12:00:20 -0700

Ane Brun - Do You Remember (Official Video HD) (by Ane Brun)

Ph: Wiebke Elzel & Jana Müller, 2003

Wed, 01 May 2013 12:00:25 -0700

Ph: Wiebke Elzel & Jana Müller, 2003

nomadicnotion: anddancewithourheartsonfire: coollikerinthetardi...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 12:00:30 -0700

nomadicnotion:

anddancewithourheartsonfire:

coollikerinthetardis:

jordansjourneyto130:

This is the greatest thing I have ever seen. People do not understand that mental illnesses, such as depression, are actual chemical imbalances in your body. They are not brought on by choice. My dad was diagnosed with depression. He was so ashamed of it that he hid it from me and my brothers. A month later, he killed himself. The stigma that comes with mental illness made my Dad embarrassed to talk to his own kids about this problem because he felt like less of a man.

Erase the stigma. The more we talk about mental illness, the less likely it will end in suicide.

Please reblog.

I can’t even express how much i love this, and I wish everyone at my school could see this. because I am so tired of being judged for something i can’t control.

I’ve had signs of depression since I was 5. My dad and his dad both have it as well. It’s a chemical imbalance that is inherited! I used to have so much shame from being on “happy pills” because people would say “You need pills to be normal?” It has taken so much work to be proud of who I am, and it would be so much easier if people would stop acting like I have chosen to be this way.

This is important. This is valuable. As the child of a man who won’t even consider that he has depression, I must say, this is what we need. He doesn’t understand that he could live healthy. It’s okay to recognize mental heath as a legitimate part of every life.

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 12:00:27 -0700

“

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.”

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Sun, 28 Apr 2013 12:00:35 -0700

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 12:00:11 -0700

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

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Fri, 26 Apr 2013 12:00:09 -0700

"I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do...."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 12:00:20 -0700

“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

- Jenna, Waitress

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