can of friendship

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jwh33zy:

karstaags-kooky-kastle:

karliahthebrave:

girplejuice:

ay how ya doin lil momma lemme whispa in yo ear

first let me take a selfie
fuckyeahfelines:

(submitted by ebattoir)
  • me: time to write
  • me: [cracks knuckles]
  • me: [stares at keyboard]
  • me: [starts crying]
humansofnewyork:

"The first time I got on stage, I forgot about all my problems. We were the opening act at a rodeo, and nobody was there. Only about ten people were in the crowd, and almost all of them were employees. I was so nervous that my hands were shaking. But it was the first time that I’d felt the feeling of playing my own music in front of a crowd, and I’ve been addicted to that feeling ever since."
(Mexico City, Mexico)
humansofnewyork:

Before I return to New York portraits, I want to share some portraits and stories that I gathered on an unscheduled side trip that I took to Jerusalem. Because of the hastily arranged nature of the trip, I worked with some unorthodox interpreters, including an extremely bright sixteen year old Palestinian boy. He approached everyone quite confidently, until we got to this group, and suddenly he got fidgety and clammed up. “Um, I don’t know,” he said. “They, um, will probably say no, um, maybe we should ask someone else.”
(Jerusalem)
humansofnewyork:

“When you are a child, and you walk outside, and see that your neighbors house is gone, it puts something in you deep down. All the small children have fear. It’s always with us. Weddings, graduation parties, these are happy events. But something is always missing. We always feel it. Life is very complicated now. There are checkpoints and police harassment. We live like second-class citizens. The Arabs are afraid of the Israelis. The Israelis are afraid of the Arabs. Arab children are afraid of bombs. Israeli children are afraid of rockets. And it’s not like one side can win. The Israelis can never kill all the Palestinians. The Palestinians cannot kill all the Israelis. Only peace can end it. I’d say eighty percent want peace. The rest are crazy religious.”
(Jerusalem)
humansofnewyork:

“Would you like to come to my wedding? You will be in charge of bringing the tea!”
(Jerusalem)
humansofnewyork:

“He’s like an angel. When he was younger, he would pass by our store everyday. He couldn’t speak back then. He couldn’t even say his name, but he always passed by the store and gave off the warmest feelings. My father began to invite him in, and soon he was coming by the store every day to play. When he started spending time with us, he began to improve very quickly. We told him we needed his help with the shop. We think that all he needed was something to hope for. He began to tell us all about his feelings. He visited with everyone who came into the shop. He learned bits of English and Japanese. He changed our lives so much. My father loved him like a son, and he loved my father. They would always laugh together and dance together. When my Father died, he was very sad for five months. He still prays for my father every time he eats a meal. Lately, all he can talk about is a girl in his class that he wants to marry. She also has Down Syndrome. Every day he talks about the wedding he will have, and he invites everyone he sees. He has invited over 5,000 people so far. He tells each person what they are supposed to bring to the wedding. His father will not allow him to get married. But we are thinking about having a ‘wedding party,’ and inviting everyone in the town.”
(Jerusalem)
humansofnewyork:

"I’m saving up money to go to Brazil so I can find my birth mother."
(Jerusalem)