HOW CCUTE ARE BONERS LIKE BLOOD IS RUSHING TO THE PENIS WHICH REALLY MEANS THE PENIS IS BLUSHING LIKE HOW CUTE IS THAT SOMETHING MADE THAT PENIS BLUSH????
visual representation of putting your trust in someone
too powerful not to reblog
I tried to not reblog it, but i couldn’t oh my god
I cant even
This is powerful
I like how in frozen sisterly love prevailed as opposed to a kiss from a man
Omfg all these articles talk about holding his head down gently to display dominance and it seems so mean Oh god
Hell no. While I’m okay with dominance being shown in the bedroom, holding my head down while I’m giving a blowjob (without my permission) is the #2 way to piss me off. Like, I don’t even care, I will stop, mid-suck.
I’M TALKING ABOUT MY RABBIT
I may have misinterpreted.
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
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
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."
THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN
I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS
DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????
I love this, this is amazing. I laughed too hard
Haha the more I look at this the funnier it gets. I want to see her reaction though xD
wow, if your friend comes out to you and the first thing you decide to say is, ”i could tell” then you have a harmful mindset.
1) it implies that sexuality/identity can be picked out by physical appearance/attitude alone
2) it belittles the courage it took for your friend to approach you on this…
I do not want to tame demons, nor do I want my demons tamed, I wish them to run wild within another’s hell, as theirs run in mine. I do not need my heart healed, but held together, the scars on my soul do not have to disappear as they are a strong reminder of the wars I have survived.
i just want someone to miss me
OKAY, THIS IS GREAT.
this kid gets points.
equality, you’re doing it right.
Pure. Fucking. Genius.
That was so clever
So we took some pictures of my new kitty and our old cat
i would be quite grateful if you
please young sir
i didnt sign up for this
GOD I LOVE CATS
if only i could lose weight like i lose friends