#reservation

[cherryjams]

Checkerboarding alongside the Priest River in northern Idaho.

[fieriframes]

[I made a reservation at the restaurant of love. Where they only have tables for two. Instead of taking my order, the waiter gave me a kiss. Instead of food, I ate perfume. The love restaurant failed its recent health inspection. Because the kitchen is infested with rats. I'm not talking love rats; these are regular rats. And they're biting all the customers and staff. I got food poisoning at the love restaurant. Pretty sure it was caused by the rats. I posted a one-heart review on Yelp.com/love. Then the business owner contacted me privately. He said, 'Why'd you give my restaurant a one-heart review?' I said, 'Because it was full of rats.' He said, 'This is a small business, and this review could ruin me.' He cried over the phone and said he was trying his best.]

[aboutoriginality]

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave...

Sounds like tumblr 😆

[seasonsofviolence]

Umatilla Reservation (2016)

[certified-yapper-guy]

the youth of india that has submitted to facism and right wing politics very conveniently complains about reservations but not about the lack of opportunities and seats by the government.

like do you really think by removing reservation, there would still be enough seats in institutions for lakhs of students?

the entire entrance system is a symptom of govt incapability to provide basic higher education and jobs and trap the youth into giving exams and blame their failure on students/candidates/people for not cracking them.

again, what good can come from the generation that believes that the government's responsibility is to build temples rather than focus on important things like education, infrastructure, development etc. these terms are almost non existent and alien.

[hingubingu]

No one ever expects me to hunt, I'm indigenous, but Im also a very flamboyant person. People expect me to faint at the sight of blood. Meanwhile, I helped my mom process her turkeys this past fall.

I've shot birds and trapped rabbits, I go moose hunting yearly with my family on our traditional hunting grounds. I fish there in the summer. This summer, I'll be taking my partner there for the first time.

I look forward to bringing any hypothetical kids there some day, for them to scramble over and scrape their knees on the same rocky islands I did. Too often, I take for granted the beauty of my home. Others tend to overlook it, too.

A nondescript road off the highway to a reservation with just over 500 people, a gas station, and a corner store. You have to drive a half hour up the highway to the nearest town if you want groceries.

And yet, its beauty cannot be matched, past the rez down a dirt road you'll see the powwow grounds and the mouth of the river where it turns into lake superior. Further down still, and you'll see the dunes and the beach that seem to go on forever when you're a kid.

Driftwood lines the shore bleached white by the sun, black coals in places where the fishermen got cold, or some kids got bored. Paw prints from dogs and seagull prints mark the wet sand, and if you catch the sky on the right day, you can't tell where the water ends and the sky begins.

[melly-queen]

Sometimes life doesn’t go the way we planned… but maybe that’s the beauty of it. Every delay, every setback, every unexpected turn is shaping us into something stronger, wiser, and more intentional