Friday, July 18, 2014

thecutestofthecute:

Here are some adorable dogs holding flowers. Have a great day everyone

إذا عرفت نفسك فلا يضرك ما قيل فيك
“If you know yourself, then you’ll not be harmed by what is said about you.”
Imam Sufyan Al Thawri (via cavum)

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janiiit:

standwithpalestine:

Remember Ismael Mohamed Bakr, 9, Ahed Atef Bakr, 10, Zakaria Ahed Bakr, 10 and Mohamed Ramez Bakr, 11 - all from the same family - whose crime was nothing more than be Palestinian.

It does not matter how young you are, if you are Palestinian, Israel will kill you. A day which started out playing football on the beach ended with these children in body bags.

Will any Israeli be held responsible for their murder? Of course not. You’ll hear how Israel was only ‘defending’ itself and some nonsense about how Hamas was ‘hiding’ in the football they were playing with.

Israel will make something up (or pretend they’ll ‘investigate’ the incident - no outsiders allowed in that process, though!) and world leaders like Obama will regurgitate it.

While we’re on the topic of Obama, remember how he made a statement about the three Israeli settlers? It was a sweet thing to do. As of July 16, 209 Palestinians have been killed by Israel in their latest assault on the civilians of Gaza, at least 39 of whom are children.

You’re more likely to see your great-grandchildren graduate or hell freeze over than hear a word from him on Palestinian children or criticising Israel’s war crimes.

SIGNAL FUCKING BOOST

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We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. Anaïs Nin (via kushandwizdom)
Hello there tumblies it’s been awhile.
Currently attempting to pack for Panama right now and obviously failing. I don’t know why packing is such a chore for me. I’m dreading it. 
My sports bra makes it look like I have mosquito bites on my chest, cool.
Speaking of mosquitos though, I just picked up some Anti-Malaria pills! I think that’s one thing I’m absolutely terrified of. Mosquitos are honestly my worst enemy :( I’m armed with mosquito repellent and anti-itch cream. I was told to bring vinegar in case I get bit. I don’t know if I’m actually going to do it. 
Anyway, time to pack I guess. Be back in probably 10-20 minutes though.

Hello there tumblies it’s been awhile.

Currently attempting to pack for Panama right now and obviously failing. I don’t know why packing is such a chore for me. I’m dreading it. 

My sports bra makes it look like I have mosquito bites on my chest, cool.

Speaking of mosquitos though, I just picked up some Anti-Malaria pills! I think that’s one thing I’m absolutely terrified of. Mosquitos are honestly my worst enemy :( I’m armed with mosquito repellent and anti-itch cream. I was told to bring vinegar in case I get bit. I don’t know if I’m actually going to do it. 

Anyway, time to pack I guess. Be back in probably 10-20 minutes though.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

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Wednesday, July 9, 2014

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havemanymonkeys:

Good to know for planning reasons, continued and updated.

Neilsen has handily revamped their lists.

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Tuesday, July 8, 2014
cindycakes:

Oh daddy, as time goes on it seems to take a toll on you physically. Gray hairs pushing through, wrinkles remaining long after you’ve given that classic squint-eyed daddy smile, liver spots appearing here and there, and your rock-solid old man belly protruding from your mid-section. I remember always trying to wake up early before you went to work just so I could say bye and how you used to tuck me in EXTRA tight before I went to sleep just so it would prevent me from kicking my blankets off of me during the night…it never worked, but at least you tried. I remember how I used to get jealous when you played with other kids and not me because YOU WERE MINE and MINE ONLY. I remember you carrying me up to my bed during the night after I had crashed on the couch after a long fun day at Laurel Creek Park. I can never forget the bike rides. The ones around the park and all the way to Vacaville with me sitting in the back seat attached to your bike. I even remember eating Vienna Sausages and drinking milk while you taxied me around. The reason why I know how to ride a bike is thanks to you. You were the one who bought me my first bike from a garage sale and fixed it up for me with training wheels. Orange and black with white training wheels. After the training wheels were off, it was a daily thing to bike all the way to Lagoon Valley with old bread just to feed the “Fly Away Home” geese. I miss those days, but I’ll never forget them. I am so blessed to have a father who has struggled through the years to support and protect his family. One who has never gave up on his kids even after making mistakes. One that has never laid a hand on my mother in a way that would’ve hurt her. He’s built a strong foundation from nothing to raise his kids on I’ll be sure to keep it solid. I hope one day I find a man who can love me the way my daddy does. Until then, I’ll forever be a Daddy’s Girl.

Written in 2009, but still so relevant now. My writing has come a long way, my goodness.

cindycakes:

Oh daddy, as time goes on it seems to take a toll on you physically. Gray hairs pushing through, wrinkles remaining long after you’ve given that classic squint-eyed daddy smile, liver spots appearing here and there, and your rock-solid old man belly protruding from your mid-section. I remember always trying to wake up early before you went to work just so I could say bye and how you used to tuck me in EXTRA tight before I went to sleep just so it would prevent me from kicking my blankets off of me during the night…it never worked, but at least you tried. I remember how I used to get jealous when you played with other kids and not me because YOU WERE MINE and MINE ONLY. I remember you carrying me up to my bed during the night after I had crashed on the couch after a long fun day at Laurel Creek Park. I can never forget the bike rides. The ones around the park and all the way to Vacaville with me sitting in the back seat attached to your bike. I even remember eating Vienna Sausages and drinking milk while you taxied me around. The reason why I know how to ride a bike is thanks to you. You were the one who bought me my first bike from a garage sale and fixed it up for me with training wheels. Orange and black with white training wheels. After the training wheels were off, it was a daily thing to bike all the way to Lagoon Valley with old bread just to feed the “Fly Away Home” geese. I miss those days, but I’ll never forget them. I am so blessed to have a father who has struggled through the years to support and protect his family. One who has never gave up on his kids even after making mistakes. One that has never laid a hand on my mother in a way that would’ve hurt her. He’s built a strong foundation from nothing to raise his kids on I’ll be sure to keep it solid. I hope one day I find a man who can love me the way my daddy does. Until then, I’ll forever be a Daddy’s Girl.

Written in 2009, but still so relevant now. My writing has come a long way, my goodness.

cindycakes:

Vibinnnnnn

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