hoodjab:

I couldn’t sleep last night. Memories of my home in gaza kept flooding my head. The sounds of bombs had captivated my soul, repeating over and over. I remember the mangos from our trees would fall like rain from the ground shaking. I remember the poisonous candy that would fall from the airplanes in the sky to tempt kids to eat it and die within seconds of it touching their tongue. I remember the perverted smiles of the security guards at the telaviv boarder patrol when they had to ‘pat’ down me and my sister, because ofc I might have a bomb in my underwear. I remember a girl begging the officers for her to leave Gaza to get proper medication in Egypt because she had leukemia and she only had a few months left to live. I remember the smiles of the little boys who played ‘doctor’ by saving their pretend dead friends while I walked to the masjid. I remember a Hamas soldier walking me home at Maghrib from the dukanna making sure no one bother me because the day before some men were throwing rocks at me. I remember seeing the fear in everyone, and yet their hearts held more love then anyone I had ever seen. I remember the beauty of their calloused hands as they told me how many bodies they had carried that day for janazaa. I remember children becoming so excited when they saw a cat because no one knew what pets were. I remember how fascinated the man at the dukanna was when I read him the ketchup label in English and he gave me four bottles for free. I remember driving down the streets that were named after the beauty of Jannah. I remember the ponds that turned into dirt. I remember the olive trees that were lit to flames. I remember the women who could build a house and take care of 15 family members. I remember 13 year old boys telling me how much they wanted to die shaheed. I remember throwing up every time I drank their tap water because my first world stomach couldn’t adapt to the poor water system that had no filter. I remember at jumma prayer the imam reminding us to pray for ‘less fortunate’ countries. I remember going to the graveyard was like going to a museum. The whole city was there. I remember Gaza. Not a dream, or a nightmare. I remember it’s reality.

crimewave420:

erinkrystynax:

crimewave420:

2chaaaain:

grates:

please someone reassure my this is just fuckin  w people right.

this is bullshit what the fuck

Wait y’alls cups are really that small? holy fuck

why the fuck anyone needs 1.3L of coke in one sitting is beyond me but anyway

cause a nigga gets thorsty sometimes

vvankinq:

I have never seen a more british sentence

dome-uh-beso:

anomaly1:

pansexualpotatoe:

hunter-doctors-in-221b:

copperbooms:

go to google translate. type a sentence in english and translate it to a language of your choice. translate it again to another language. translate it again. and again. and again. translate it 6 more times. then once more. translate it one final time back to english. what are you left with? something that’s completely different than the original. 

or as we like to call it

the bible

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This is great

Wow…

featherdusters:

When germany gets boring and starts talking about the ~economy~ italy just latches on. He thinks hes more important than taxes, anyway

fabulous-rivaille:

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Arthur Kirkland being a cutie god bless

aphcutie:

sometimes I pretend I’m skilled at photoshop

Original  

Over 5,000% interest??? WhAT tHE ACTuaL FuCk?!

-This is a documentary about pay day loans and how they SUCK-

jasta11:

July the 28th, World War I starts (This newspaper was relesaed on August the 5th).

OTTOMAN EMPIRE ALMOST DECLARES WAR ON ITSELF

maleeshda3wa:

yayasmeen:

I think my selfie problem is getting out of hand..

This deserves at least a thousand notes !!

the-brit-hit:

Hypothesis: “lol tumblr should have its own country XD”

Primary test results:image

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jasta11:

A hundred years ago (07/28/1914), The First World War, also known as The Great War, had begun. This is not a day of joy, this is a day of remembrance, a day to place respect to everyone who died on the trenches, fields or whatever place the War took place. Over 20 million people died in the conflict, not only soldiers but civilians too and the amount of dead animals (most horses) was over a million too. The War destroyed the whole European continent and it took years to rise again, and when it happened to be a rebuilt continent, another “Great War” started.

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hoekage:

the main thing i look forward to in life is raising dogs w/ someone i love

scienceofsarcasm:

Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”

I would love to know what this means.

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