#to remember

[thatquietkid108]

Imagine how silly this person would be,just a hat full of shits and giggles

(for legal reasons this is a joke)

The people in the top three spots on Forbes' billionaire list—Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Mark Zuckerberg—will have prime seats at President-elect Trump's inauguration next week. NBC News, citing "an official involved with the planning of the event," reports that the three tech billionaires will be sitting together on the platform with other high-profile guests, including Trump's Cabinet nominees. Bezos and Zuckerberg's companies, Amazon and Meta, have each donated $1 million to the inauguration, while Musk spent more than $250 million to help Trump win the election, reports Reuters.

[careyakane]

8:10 am - San Angelo, Texas

We woke to damn near a hundred vultures in a park off the South Concho River. They were perched in a crooked circle around us, with their sunken, beady eyes falling back into black coats of feathers and pink clusters of stripped skin. Evil-looking things—I can hear them laughing through their quiet stare. A terrible sound, a croak of hatred like gargling glass, comes from those pale, milky eyes and into my ears. We don’t stay long, and soon we find the road again

Here in the pulse of America, human hands have done fairly little spare the power lines, roads, electrical plants, and the oil fields. Bless their souls, I have never seen a sadder sight than that of the oil fields—work camps full of tired machines dropping heavy heads with devotion towards this Dead Sea land, then rising them back towards the sky again and again. Black ink brought up to fuel fires and wars. Maybe it’s the fact of their different sizes and shades, but one can’t help seeing them as human. One is a little girl shaped into a piece of violet steel; another is myself, a rusted blue machine that sits overlooking its valley. It feels cruel to have made them this way, with legs and a head and a crippled back, paralyzed in malaise until their day of deconstruction.

[itspileofgoodthings]

x

[bulliness]

LMAOOOO

[someonecradlemeintheirarms]

listen, there's no public library where i'm from, and i look on in wonder whenever i read about them, or in the instances i have been able to visit them in other places. but i do know of one a few "states" over (i'm not form the usa, but don't know what else to call it. county?) that has done MASSIVE work for the betterment of the community it is a part of.

betterment like the whole area going from the poorest and most badly educated in the entire country to rising hundreds of spots in the national education stats in a matter of years (very fast), to the point the government dead-ass went there to see wtf was up, because they could not fathom such a drastic and quick change happening. they thought it was cheating, but no. it was the library, raising the bar for children's education and providing the resources, the safe place, the food, that the children needed to thrive. as well as many—Many, not a few—now even having access to and going to higher education (!!!), like university and trade school.

the overall quality of life of all citizens has become increasingly better in a way never before seen in the entire country. the library has worked with people, taught people, mostly through the children (children are the future, no?), so that they can make better lives for themselves and others. it has helped the entire community rise. "give a man a fish, he will eat for a day. teach a man to fish, they will be fed their whole lives". they gave them a fish, and then, with full bellies (literally and figuratively, covering the basic needs so the children could even learn at all), taught them how to fish. and they are all so much better for it.

the library also not only helped children who were in school, it encouraged, successfully, more children to be sent to school by their parents. they made it worth more for the parents to send their children to school than to put them to work. they made sure not only the boys but also the girls got an education. i think it was two years ago that some of their first girls who went to the library years ago (they are adults now) led an empowering women congress in another country, with the participation of several countries. read that again. for some of them, they went from a girl eating one tomato a day (not an exaggeration, and, yes, i do mean that was the entire meal for each day), to leading an international congress. this change has happened in a single lifespan! less than a lifespan, even! that is incredible! and things just keep on getting better and better!! they have even risen the alphabetism rates among the adults. and the library does so much more than just academic help and lending out books. the how belongs in another post i will probably never make, but just know it.

i... there is so much to say about this library, but i am terrible with words. started and run at first by a single woman, helped to thrive first with donations (and still is), and now with the help of the community it has given so much to. i could go on for days on the things, on singular stories, this library has made.

but the bottom line is, this library did not only change lives, it saved them. and i'm sure this is the case for many, everywhere in the world.

so:

use and take care of your libraries.

they are an incredible resource we have to conserve. like op said, remind the library that it's loved and cherished

listen you NEED to borrow that book from the library. i know youve got like 10 other books lined up to be read but you need to go to the library. remind the library that it's loved and cherished

[stars-and-birds]

btw it’s not weird to be nice. it’s not uncool to be thoughtful. you’re not being sappy or cheesy for doing a kind thing

[marciequerade]

platonic subkit for a badge in phighting midnight

[the-kingshound]

Arthur finally getting hound to fall asleep next to him after months of waiting patiently. Hound always being on guard around them and not being able to relax finally lost the fight against exhaustion and the way Arthur kept petting their back and humming quietly

Omg I have so many thoughts and I'm writing this down for future use

[mindofserenity]

After searching for bodies of the martyrs in one of the areas of Syria, the fighters came across the body of a 16 year old boy who had been killed. They found in his pocket a small notebook, in which he used to write his sins during the week; if only we could call them sins:

Monday: I slept without wudhu.

Tuesday: I laughed in a loud voice.

Wednesday: I prayed nightprayer fast.

Thursday: When we were playing and I scored a goal, I felt pride.

Friday: I didn’t recite 1000 salutations on the Prophet salallahu aleyhi wa sallam, and only reached 700.

Saturday: I forgot morning dhikr.

Imagine this is what he thought were sins. We are carrying on everyday with our sinful lives and do not give a second thought to these actions.

— source unknown (copied)

May Allah ‎ﷻ guide us to be amongst the righteous, to humbly live in remembrance of our purpose of pleasing him.

[roncheg]

creatures most perfect 😚🐇♥️

[theoceanislikeyou]

"It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender."

Jenny Holzer

[the-moons-toasty-ace]

New t-shirt idea. Front says "I have a problem with delinquents." The back says "they follow me everywhere I go."

[careyakane]

4:08 pm Memphis TN / 1:21 Am Texarkana TX

Mahogany tables beneath bourbon walls and a black ceiling as Carl, the saint he is, pours sweet tea and recommends the dry ribs. He holds himself as a gentle man, moving slowly with a little extra weight on his left as he steps towards the kitchen to fetch more of the drink. Damn the sweet tea—tables full of that honey nectar, the water of the South—brought swiftly over worn hardwood floors that have known the feet of many joyous, dancing folk. Folk with soft voices that end each phrase in kind words and affirmations, folk that meet and hold a gaze loyally, just like a deer is loyal to the headlights of its end.

For a moment, I dread the harsh hiss of my peers in the West; anxious fools we all seem in comparison to these tender souls of Memphis. The land of B.B. King, the land of the blues. “See you boys next time,” Carl seems to sing as we step back to the road and begin again. Soon the sun has expanded until she floods everything in sight with a color just like that of the sweet tea. Train yards, groves of locust, drowned fields of soybeans, a sandy full moon low to the horizon, and suitcase towns all burn up in her hand as we fly west.

With time, the snow slips back into the landscape, and just past 10 p.m., we arrive at a deserted navy hospital perched above Hot Springs Arkansas. A thousand windows lay dark, like the eyes of some terrible creature of the sea. The building feels alive, restless to sit drained of the life and death that once filled its halls. Towns like this make me rejoice for my destination, and I swear I saw envy in the eyes of those bound to stay as we stopped for coffee and waffles—“just passing through” written all over us.

Now, an hour past the reset of the day, we stop to sleep in a Texas hotel “under renovation,” or so a greasy fox of a man says, as I am sure he has said each night for years now. I’m not sure how one could fix anything with the sad sum we cough up, and so I turn my head away from the missing drywall and stained mattress and write of the day’s unfoldings. Austin tomorrow.

[itspileofgoodthings]

Rainer Maria Rilke