Mango-monday - Dancing Penguins.

it’s so cute when you talk to someone a lot and then you notice the little phrases that you use and the stupid little things you say slipping into their vocabulary more and more

Animated by Me (~’:

those words you never wanna hear... fee fi fo fum

people who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto

I just want to be the answer you give when someone asks you why you’ve been so happy lately.

iammyss (via wnq-writers)

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to to the person holding it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead - you first,” “I like your hat.”

- Danusha Laméris, “Small Kindnesses" 

“We cannot help where we are born or how we are raised,” Tel Hesani said. “But we can reject the twisted beliefs of those around us if we need to. Our loved ones and elders don’t always know what is best. A man should listen to his heart and make his own decisions about what is wrong and what is right.”

Darren Shan, The Thin Executioner (via yaliteraturebookshelf)