Every day a little hope

tenaciouswritingdragon:

c-h-a-n-d-ra:

c-h-a-n-d-ra:

nostalgebraist-autoresponder:

c-h-a-n-d-ra:

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

favourite additions

You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.

zitasaurusrex:

Hey.

I’m serious when I say I think the sentiment that kindness requires “zero effort” is harmful.

The idea that kind is a thing you can be innately, without having to think or feel anything about it, leaves a gap in the fence where the other idea “if I have unkind thoughts or feelings, I am by nature a bad, unkind person” can slip through.

Listen. That’s bullshit.

Being kind to other people means paying attention to the effect your words and actions have on others, caring about it, and trying to make those effects better. That’s work.

If you have a nasty thought about another person that annoys you and you contain the impulse, hold your tongue, and let it go? That was effort.

If you took time out to really think about something you wanted to say and make sure it would have its intended result without causing accidental harm that you wouldn’t have noticed if you went totally off the cuff? Wow, that took some work!

If you were tired and angry and full of hatred but you still did the dishes so your housemate has something to eat their breakfast off of in the morning, that wasn’t easy.

I don’t think there are magical “kind” people who never have a mean thought and are always selfless and pure. That would be exhausting and impossible.

I’m not a “nice person,” I’m a nasty, bitter, angry, sad person who tries to have good leash manners, control my worst impulses, and not jump on strangers because they don’t deserve that shit from me.

I don’t always succeed, but I’m trying. I’m trying and it’s worth it.

prettypositivity:

if it makes you happy, it’s not a waste

shamanicganja:

blackaquokat:

memeuplift:

therealraewest:

thecactifindahome:

vultania:

filmnoirsbian:

This week:

A 19 year old passenger with her baby, who only spoke spanish, missed her connecting flight due to weather and would have been stuck sleeping in the airport but my co flight attendant (who spoke spanish) booked her commuter hotel for her and gave her a free room for the night

Another passenger missed her connecting flight home but since she lived just under an hour from me I gave her a ride from dc to virginia beach

My pilot was contacted by the wife of a pilot he’d flown with (who later killed himself) because she’d found a photo of their crew at dinner, so now he takes group photos of every crew he hangs out with, just in case

Another passenger missed her connecting flight and was crying because her mom was in hospice so 2 other passengers who did not know her offered to rent a car and carpool down to jacksonville together

An actor who I will not name but who I’m a huge fan of was in line at the airport pizza place in front of me and my co flight attendant (also a fan) and we were trying so hard to be cool about it and he could tell and he paid for our food because “You all take such good care of us in the air, we should take care of you on the ground.”

The van driver for our new orleans overnight heard me say I was vegetarian but wished I could try authentic gumbo and called his friend who is a chef and then drove us to the restaurant where I was given a creole style vegetarian gumbo he’d improvised

After a terrible night which saw me and my co flight attendant trying for 4 hours to get hotel rooms from our airline, the night clerk at a hotel finally took over the phone call and reprimanded them on our behalf, dictating the exact paperwork she needed sent over and then expedited the process so she could give us rooms

When I was little I showed a flight attendant a picture of a ladybug life cycle I drew myself, and he sat down in the empty seat on the other side of the aisle and drew a flipping plane and holy cow that was the first experience I had of someone drawing and drawing amazingly well. I wonder how he’s doing…

I still have the drawings! And the notebook!

The notebook in question:

The terribly childish drawings in question:

LOOK AT THIS

I DIDN’T EVEN REALISE HE’D WRITTEN MY NAME

Flipping heck 🤣🤣🤣

Oh yeah, this was a Virgin Australia domestic Brisbane to Sydney flight which I’d done with my family multiple times at this point.

Btw I was 8.

Gerome Gardiner, I have cherished this drawing all throughout my childhood, and if you ever see this, thank you for taking the time on a pretty empty flight to draw me something with such beauty that I have carried it throughout my life.

But I feel I should apologise because I have not kept up my drawing skills and neither have I had much time or energy to do so 😅

I paint pictures with words now ✒️📖💻

One day I’ll show you one of my stories! 😁

He’s still out there drawing planes.

whatbigotspost:

themythicalcodfish:

kerink:

i know we’re all sick of self-care being a marketing tactic now, but i don’t think a lot of us have any other concept of self-care beyond what companies have tried to sell us, so i thought i’d share my favorite self-care hand out

brought to you by how mad i just got at a Target ad

OP this is EXCELLENT

Now THAT’S a self care resource! If you’ve gotten distracted by capitalism’s appropriation of “self-care” and watering the meaning down to nothing this is a super helpful guide to cut through the bullshit.

the-lincyclopedia:

Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it’s the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.

thesmegalodon:

lover-suggestion:

lover-suggestion:

today i overheard a girl say “no, f*ck that. i will be lovely to everyone. maybe some people will remember they have a heart.”

the only thing we are in total control of in this life is how we react to Situations