August 27, 2014

I spent all day working on this silly rhyming thing for Mindy Kaling eep!
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I spent all day working on this silly rhyming thing for Mindy Kaling eep!

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August 26, 2014


I want to know everyone’s dance story. Reblog this and I will come and ask and read each and every story.. And most likely reblog and tell you that you are awesome.

August 26, 2014
"Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love."

— Lao Tzu, taken from The Paradox of Generosity: Giving We Receive, Grasping We Lose, by Christian Smith and Hilary Davidson. (via oupacademic)

August 26, 2014

Michelle Dockery attends the 66th Annual Emmy Awards held at the Nokia Theatre L.A. on Monday (August 25) in Los Angeles.

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August 26, 2014


Tina Fey and Amy Poehler on SNL

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August 25, 2014

Mahler’s Symphony No. 5

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August 24, 2014




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August 23, 2014


f.r.i.e.n.d.s | text posts

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August 22, 2014

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

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)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

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I’m really glad I read that.

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August 22, 2014

Clémence Poésy - Madame Figaro - August 2014

Clémence Poésy - Madame Figaro - August 2014

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August 21, 2014


Dress for Sale!
Gavin made for the 2012 NAN’s, in immaculate condition! It has only been worn 6 times because I was injured/sick during 2013 and then outgrew it! It is so comfortable to dance in, looks great on stage and doesn’t have a single crystal missing!
Message me on tumblr or Facebook for measurements and price, and please reblog :)

Cheeky reminder that my dress is still for sale!

August 21, 2014

What we’ll remember most is how we felt when we watched them skate.

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August 21, 2014

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August 21, 2014


99 Steps

Whitby, Yorkshire, England | by Joe Daniel Price

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August 21, 2014


city lights | for those who are in love with cities they’ve never been to [listen]

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