a shooting star is actually someone driving off rainbow road
I call Appa my soul puppy. I knew from the first picture I got of him that he was the puppy I wanted to take home, but I tried not to get too attached because I had second pick out of the male puppies and so there was a chance the first pick person would choose him.
But they didn’t. And I was so excited when I was going to pick him up, but still determined to give the other puppy a fair shot. The other puppy was so energetic and all over the place, whereas Appa was calmer and more tentative in approaching me. But, when he did, he fell asleep on my feet and I chose him officially.
Appa is the best part of my life and I can’t imagine loving anyone or anything as much as I love him.
What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.
I’ll have whatever he’s having.
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.
When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.(via bookoisseur)
A cup of hot tea really heals ur soul this is true science
Actually, a cup of hot anything in your hands mimics human warmth which is said to have calming properties. So, yes, it’s true. Tea mimics the need for human care, touch, and recognition.
im going to cry im so lonely now and all i have is this fucking cup of leaf water
i’m not heterophobic some of my best friends and parents and public representatives and teachers and coworkers and doctors and only available positive role models are straight.
i sit next to a straight kid in class
I dated a straight person once.
my dad has a straight co-worker
I think my best friend is straight sometimes.
bright eyes l Make a Plan to Love Me
Do what you feel
Whatever is cool
But I just have to ask
Will you make a plan to love me?
Will you make a plan to love me sometime soon?