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@dreasan
Be a better you, for you.
when will you fall in love with the world? thank the barista who gives you coffee. he is just as tired as you this morning, he also uses humor to deflect his pain and he also stays up at night wondering if his life will ever find its direction. offer your five dollar bill to the homeless women. she feels the cold, the disdain in stranger’s faces, the thinness of her coat, the holes in her gloves and her lungs. she used to look like you, with bright eyes and a heart that didn’t know how to do anything else but love, love, love, love. smile at the bus driver. her mind is also cluttered with the people she has dared to love, she also gives more than she gets and just like you, she wishes the scales of attention will tip in her balance someday. if your heart is broken because someone else did not see you in their future, in their bed, or at the kitchen table after a night of sharing secrets and skin, remember that this does not mean you no longer exist. you are everywhere— in the reflection of the eyes of strangers, in the hands of women, in the hopes of train conductors and waitresses. you are everywhere. you are everywhere. you are everywhere. go everywhere, and see yourself in every nation, every city, every person you meet. fall in love with all of it, the raw, undeniable thrill of being free and human and full of hope. because if only you learned to love the world as much as you learned to love them, you would not believe the enormity of the affection you’d receive in return.
—ap (2.12.19) maybe loving them was practice for falling in love with everything else
Heartwarming ❤️ (@mosiescritters)
i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me
more gorgeous night images
the guy in the audience SNAPPED
i love this, video
*music intro plays, beat of silence* Audience Member: WHO IS IT??? *people laugh* Britney: It’s Britney bitch.
WHO IS IIIIIIT
i the snail.
everybody here is perfect
I have never seen a happier snail omg
netflix and…rest your head on my thigh while I run my fingers through your hair continuously
I owe myself a lot. I ain’t been selfish enough.
The first time I met my boyfriend’s grandparents, I was terrified. First, I really wanted them to like me, and second, he told me they were pretty religious. They’re Roman Catholic, but I’m Jewish, and I didn’t get the impression from the rest of his family that that would upset them, but I wasn’t sure they’d be chill with us dating, and I’m always afraid of those unconscious, anti-semitic micro-aggressions.
Sure enough, within an hour of meeting me they asked if I was religious, in a way that was obviously asking if I had a religion, and which one it was. I calmly told them I was Jewish, and my boyfriend’s grandmother lit up. Her mother was a Syrian who moved to Brooklyn in the early 1900′s and she grew up in a Syrian and Jewish community in Brooklyn and boy wasn’t it nice to have someone around who could help her with her Jewish pastry. It was really pleasant. His grandfather was mostly quiet.
After lunch, he and I shared a cup of coffee and some cookies and I told him about my brothers. He asked if my mom was ok with me dating a gentile. And then he looked around, saw we were alone for a sec, and asked me to follow him out to the garage. In the garage he asked me to take an old picnic basket down from off a cabinet. And then he told me to open it. The moment the lid came off I knew. I knew that shade of red. He told me to take it out and lay it across the floor. It was a Nazi flag. Not just a Nazi flag, but one that was big enough to fly outside a government office, like a massive one. I laid it out, ice in my veins, trying to figure out what was about to happen next. And then he told me to take my shoes off and stand on it.
He told me his vision wasn’t good enough to get into the army, so he snuck on a ship and figured that they’d have to deal with him when he was in Europe, and that’s what happened. He told me he went because they all knew it was bad, and he wanted to help. He told me he took the flag off of some dead Nazis. He told me to go home and tell my mother that I was safe with these goyim she’d never met, that I was loved and welcome and that they’d fight for me. He told me “Never Again”.
He passed away a few years ago, and only after his death, cleaning out his closets did we find his old patches and look up his division. This quiet man who said very little but always shared a cup of coffee with me after lunch was in an anti-tank division, and he and his division liberated camps in Poland. He saw the horrors, first hand.
Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today is a day to reaffirm our promise of “Never Again”. Today is a day to remember that the only way for things to get better is to fight. Today is a good day to punch a Nazi. Do it for me. Do it for Grandpa Rocco. Do it for the world.
Well, I’m crying now.
A MUST read.
WarriorMale
in hindsight i never had a gay cousin so i really should have known it was gonna be me all along
At Mount fuji
Forget the rest of the fireworks around the world, these are the best. HNY.