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its the last month of 2023 so i’m just gonna say it: what the absolute fuck was that

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"Calling (your) representatives" was a 21st century US-American prayer, most prominently used from the early 2010s throughout the 2020s. The prayer and the associated ritualistic act of using a cellular or landline telephone to attempt to contact a servant of the local chapter of the civil capital-orthodox aristocracy were believed to be able to influence these servants in order to ward off evil from the person invoking the prayer or practice. It was most popular with adherents to the doctrine of liberalism, to whom interfering directly (or physically) with matters of their own government and its aristocracy was anathema.

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bankman… FRIED

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the secret to life is to always use more spinach and less rice than you think you’ll need

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okay but like Pence is genuinely creepy how did he become VP??!!

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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.”

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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.

(via bookoisseur)

Tears.

(via hillarygayle)

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there’s nothing new under the sun and no medium gives less of a shit about that than fanfiction. maybe bc of its “derivative” nature, fanfiction writers/readers show an unironic, open appreciation for tropes that you’ll never find in mainstream communities. like, a film critic would say “this movie just took the cast of stargate sg1 and put them in the plot of aliens” and the fanfic community would be like “ok where’s the 100k fic op”. i have read approximately 2300 fics of the same two characters falling in love bc there was only one bed and no one has the power to stop me from reading more?? anyway, fanfiction is an absolute paradigm of post-post-modernism and in this essay i will, 

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bitch i’m back

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Me while working from home #wfh #covid19 #circuitbreaker #lockdown

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Democratic centrists rallying together to defeat Bernie Sanders and take on Donald Trump is a really good plan that worked out really good last time. 

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he said just stop being american ♥️

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It’s been awhile since I posted a meme

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“The sadness will last forever.” (Vincent Van Gogh, Journals)

“I had always been aware that the Universe is sad; everything in it, animate or inanimate, the wild creatures, the stones, the stars, was enveloped in the great sadness, pervaded by it. Existence had no use. It was without end or reason. The most beautfiul things in it, a flower or a song, as well as the most compelling, a desire or a thought, were pointless. So great a sorrow. And I knew that the only rest from my anxiety—for I had been trembling even in infancy—lay in acknowledging and absorbing this sadness.” (Hayden Carruth, Reluctantly: Autobiographical Essays)

“How to make my sadness more than a lament for feeling? How to feel? How to burn? How to make my anguish metaphysical?” (Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks)

“A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.” (John Fowles, The Collector)

“Not individuals only, but the human race was and always will be inevitably unhappy. Not the human race only, but all animals. Not the animals only, but all other beings in their own way. Not just the individuals, but the species, the races, the kingdoms, the spheres, the systems, the universes.” (Giacomo Leopardi, Zibaldone)

“Sad are only those who understand.” (Arab Proverb)

“Both Freud and Schopenhauer emphasize how, from a cosmic perspective, conscious life is a minor and temporary deviation from the normal state of things. Schopenhauer speaks of the infinite amount of time both before our birth and after our death, compared to which an individual life is but a moment. Freud describes consciousness as the detour an unconscious wish takes on the way to its satisfaction; and life as a detour from death to death. From this perspective, it is not really surprising that our experience is dominated by unhappiness. Our situation is out-of-joint with the universe to begin with. We cannot hope to set it right—we can only await the release from this predicament provided by death. In the meantime, we merely manage our condition—such management is, to Schopenhauer, the purpose of philosophy; for Freud, it is psychotherapy that serves this end. But the aim, in both cases, is not to create happiness or virtue but to minimize unhappiness by bringing us to greater knowledge of the gap between time-bound consciousness and the timeless reality consciousness defies.” (Joshua Foa Dienstag, Pessimism: Philosophy, Ethic, Spirit)

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Sometimes, I think about the unhealthy amount of self-loathing I have for myself and wonder when I’ll get around to untangling it. But then a part of me will think to myself, “You’re not worth the effort, honestly,” and it just stops there.

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Women Around The Country Were Crying As They Watched Christine Blasey Ford Testify Against Brett Kavanaugh