This morning was quite possibly the most lovely and peaceful morning I’ve had all year. As opposed to my typical noon wake-up call (the life of a night owl who works evening shifts), today I rose at 4…in the morning.
Why would I subject myself to that, you ask? Because that was the last…
Seen in Central Park
i literally have an identical ring…my mother wore it to her wedding and recently gave it to me
I actually woke up at 5am this morning to watch the HIMYM series finale, a show i’ve been mildly obsessed with (except for its awful final season) for a few years now. The series finale was literally everything I wanted- culminating in Ted finally ending up with the only person I ever thought he…
I seriously cannot believe I just read this. Praying that every word of it is a lie.
"It took me getting into a lot of fights before I was diagnosed with PTSD. I have something called ‘hypervigilance.’ I get really nervous around people. Especially people from the Middle East."
"What were some traumatic things that happened to you?"
"I was in a vehicle when a mortar round exploded in front of us, and we fell into the crater and got trapped. There was a burning oil rig near us, so it was like being in a microwave. And we couldn’t get out. And I also saw a lot of hanky shit. Mostly from our side. Everyone was really revved up from 9/11. We did a lot of bad things. I saw decapitations, and that was our guys doing it."
"We were supposed to bring POW’s back to the base. But instead we gave them a cigarette to calm them down, and told them to get on their knees. One of our guys was 240 lbs, and he’d taken this shovel we’d been issued, and he’d sharpened one of the sides until it was like an axe, and he could take off somebody’s head with two hits."
"How many times did you see that happen?"
"I had a little situation in college, so I think I’m going to enter the Air Force Reserves."
"What sort of situation?"
"According to them, I didn’t pass my classes."
There is a circle of musicians that gather in Washington Square Park on warm, sunny days. Their talents vary widely. Some of them play guitar quite well. Some not so well. Others struggle just to keep beat with the tambourine. But everyone has a great time– especially when the sun is shining. I normally drop in for a song or two. I become part of the group, dance with the music, and make encouraging eye contact with the other members. Even without an instrument, I feel that I outrank some of the weaker tambourine players.
Seen in Tehran, Iran.
She plans to be an actress.
"How is business?"
"As God wants it to be."
cause people throw rocks at things that shine