The Never Ending Battle Between Hippie and Hipster

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Model : Rivi Madison

Rivi Madison is AMAZING! Follow her immediately!

bohemea:

rivimadison:

Photographer : iFoto

Model : Rivi Madison

Rivi Madison is AMAZING! Follow her immediately!


Zeenat Aman 1970s

Zeenat Aman 1970s

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10 Things a Sagittarius Hates:

lovesexzodiac:

  1. Late trains, planes, or automobiles
  2. Not flying first class
  3. Companions who get seasick
  4. People who complain too much
  5. People who are afraid to take risks
  6. Being accused of being bad with money
  7. People who expect them to be on time
  8. Lost luggage
  9. Animal abuse
  10. Reading about human rights violations

Everything but the first class….

“We must be very careful to avoid the use of the term “tribe” to describe these ethnic groups. “Tribe,” Ukpo points out, is largely a racist term. The Ibo and Hausa-Fulani of Nigeria are each made up of five to ten million people, a figure comparable to the number of, say, Scots, Welsh, Armenians, Serbs or Croats. Yet we do not refer to the latter groups as “tribes.” The term “tribe” is almost exclusively, and very indifferently, applied to peoples of Native American or African origin. It is a label which emerged with imperialism in its application to those who were non-European and lived in a “colonial or semi-colonial dependency…in Asia, Africa and Latin America” (14). As we are attempting to discard the prejudices of imperialism it is in our best interests to discard the use of the term “tribe” when referring to the ethnic groups of Nigeria.”

Ethnicity in Nigeria

Why people should not even think of using the word “tribe”.

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almondskeyess:

Iraq

is

a country with a culture and population

NOT a

war veteran’s

memory

or

experience.

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“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
— Rose Kennedy (via crimsun)

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“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”
— Franz Kafka  (via terrestrial)

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cavetocanvas:

Joan Snyder, To Transcend the Moon, 1985

cavetocanvas:

Joan Snyder, To Transcend the Moon, 1985

feeble 

I am sitting and writing to John about my condolences for Ian’s death and it feels so separately real. It seems to mute the minimal happenings of everything else. 

I wish I could just write: imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryiwishhewasstillheretooimsososorrry

But I can’t, I have to write something eloquent and heartfelt and meaningful and politically correct and its just really fucking hard. 

beyondthefourth:

devalina:

“Candy cabbie” Mansoor Khalid gives passengers as much candy as they want.

Now that’s one sweet ride.

Taxi driver Mansoor Khalid is on a one-man mission to cheer up New Yorkers with a daily dose of candy.

“The New York life is not the easy life,” Khalid, 36, told the Daily News. “People are depressed. I see a lot of people stressed sitting back there.”

Khalid is no stranger to stress. He dubbed his taxi the NYC Candy Cab after his 2-year-old son died in April from a long battle with heart disease.

“I learned a lot of things,” he said of the trauma of losing his child, who underwent two heart transplants and lost a kidney before he passed away. “Life is too short.”

Khalid, who moved to New York from Pakistan in 1993 and has been driving a cab since 1997, had already seen the impact of small acts of generosity. During the two years he spent in the hospital with his son, he routinely brought coffee and desserts to the doctors and nurses when he got off his shift at 1 a.m.

“They got so happy when in the middle of the night I gave every person coffee,” he said. “I was so nice to them and they were so nice to me.”

After his son died, Khalid decided to bring his routine to the people he interacted with every day in his cab.

Khalid said he was inspired to do something sweet after the death of his 2-year-old son.

“I was very depressed, losing my little boy,” he said. “Somehow, God gave me this idea. Now (I’m) chit-chatting and time is flying by!”

Though he doesn’t eat much candy himself — “Skittles, only” — Khalid offers a wide variety of sweets, and has started cataloguing his collection on Instagram. Fans can also follow him on Twitter (@CandyCabNYC), and he may even start a blog for his growing following.

One such fan was thrilled to discover the cab on a late night out last weekend, and quickly spread the word about him through social media.

“We all started freaking out,” said David Weiner, 27. “You don’t see piles of candy like that in adulthood. It’s just one of those things that reminds you you’re in New York and anything can happen.”

And Khalid’s unusual project has the full support of the city.

“We encourage drivers to go the extra mile in the name of customer service, and Mr. Khalid certainly does this,” said Taxi and Limousine Commission boss David Yassky. “We appreciate the loyalty he inspires in his passengers.”

Loyalty isn’t the goal, considering that Khalid responds to every hail, candy or no candy. His mission is to spread warmth.

“It’s a little thing,” he said, “but people get happy.”

Yup, that is the sound of my heart shattering.