Denver Hippie

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witneyhouston:

me: hi, can i have a large—

starbucks employee: you mean a venti?

me: can we not do this 

Precieved Starbucks employee: “I know better than you and I stopped speaking English as soon as I put this apron on.”

Actual Starbucks employee: “sure!”

(via dutchster)

— 1 month ago with 229766 notes

unconsumption:

gardensinunexpectedplaces:

In the Palestinian village of Bilin — near the West Bank city of Ramallah — residents have planted flowers in hundreds of spent Israeli tear gas grenades collected after clashes with Israeli security forces.

The garden is “meant to show that life can spring from death.”

(Via The Associated Press: West Bank garden of tear gas grenades. Photo credit: AP Photos/Majdi Mohammed.)

Gotta say this is a special addition to the Unconsumption archive of weaponry repurposing examples

— 4 months ago with 891 notes
arewomenhuman:

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?  Why are you beset with gloom?  ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?  Bowed head and lowered eyes?  Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?  Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?  Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
- “Still I Rise,” Maya Angelou

arewomenhuman:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

- “Still I Rise,” Maya Angelou

— 4 months ago with 14 notes

unconsumption:

An interesting, and somewhat confrontational, campaign to reduce consumption, featuring a shoe made of “shoreline rubbish.”

More at: EVERYTHING YOU BUY IS RUBBISH

— 5 months ago with 811 notes

"Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. 

(Source: sambarks)

— 5 months ago with 8521 notes

thecodeinecowboy:

Notice how if we were to stop arguing about who’s right or wrong we could pretty much change the world.

(via theheart-knows-best-deactivated)

— 5 months ago with 119045 notes
"Happiness begins with you. Not with your relationship, your friends, or your job. But with you."
— 5 months ago with 117145 notes
"If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time."
— 5 months ago with 535755 notes

blessedarethewarriors:

demonhamster:

she is SIXTEEN

she also got shot in the HEAD and LIVED

(Source: stupidfuckingquestions, via dutchster)

— 6 months ago with 897983 notes

Got motivated yesterday to get in the habit of keeping my house clean consistently. I’ve always been on and off with it, especially right now since I’m working 40 hours and taking 4 classes this semester. So, during the week my place gets more and more messy, I do marathon cleaning on my day off, and then build the mess again. I’ve tried flylady before, and some habits stuck from that, but I don’t have the time or the regular schedule to keep up with her system. It is built for people with normal 40 hours a week jobs and weekends. So, I’m trying ufyh.

These are before/during/after photos showing my bedroom, living room and kitchen. Which is pretty much my entire apartment, save for the bathroom. I washed (and put away!) 4 loads of laundry and washed my sheets, cleaned up the rubble from the week, and cooked/cleaned dinner. All told it took about 4 hours, broken into several 20/10’s and I took a dinner break. The after photos were taken the next day, the bags on the couch are because I was about to grab them on my way to work.

I also created an account on HabitRPG, which will hopefully motivate me to stay accountable and do little things daily. I’m starting small and will build up from there.

— 6 months ago with 5 notes
#ufyh  #team ufyh 

Sipping on homebrew and thinking about impermenance.

Amateur philosophy hours are now ending.

— 7 months ago