Trapped
photojojo:

Our very own Amit Gupta was recently diagnosed with Leukemia. He’ll be one step closer to curing it if he can find a bone marrow match of South Asian descent.
Here’s the best thing you can do to help right now: 
If you’re South Asian, get a free test by mail. You rub your cheeks with a cotton swab and mail it back. It’s easy.
If you’re in NYC, you can go to this event his friends are putting on.
If you know any South Asians (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Maldives, or Sri Lanka), please point ‘em to the links above. Thank you.
You can read Amit’s full message here. Please spread the word by reblogging this post.

photojojo:

Our very own Amit Gupta was recently diagnosed with Leukemia. He’ll be one step closer to curing it if he can find a bone marrow match of South Asian descent.

Here’s the best thing you can do to help right now: 

  1. If you’re South Asianget a free test by mail. You rub your cheeks with a cotton swab and mail it back. It’s easy.
  2. If you’re in NYC, you can go to this event his friends are putting on.
  3. If you know any South Asians (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan, Maldives, or Sri Lanka), please point ‘em to the links above. Thank you.

You can read Amit’s full message herePlease spread the word by reblogging this post.

laughingsquid:

Steve Jobs (1955-2011)
I am trapped in this body and 
   this mind that is tangled between fantasy and reality. Who am i? I do not recognize myself anymore. I do not know who I am anymore. I am a woman who was created by God. I am a man trapped in this womans body. Did God created me as a mistake? Am I a mistake? I am a mexican living in this country where I still a minority to many and a majority to others. They said ( the government) I have no rights. I don’t count. I have no voice. I dont exist. I am a Christian. Not accepted by other Christians for not know who I am, for being a man trapped in a womans body, for being a Mexican, for being a minority. I am a sister not accepted by my others sisters and family. I am a friend who is just there for you all the time but yuo friend are never there. I am all of these. I am me. I am one. I am a human being. I am and I exist.
Is this real or my imagination is running while?

I am trapped in this body and
this mind that is tangled between fantasy and reality. Who am i? I do not recognize myself anymore. I do not know who I am anymore. I am a woman who was created by God. I am a man trapped in this womans body. Did God created me as a mistake? Am I a mistake? I am a mexican living in this country where I still a minority to many and a majority to others. They said ( the government) I have no rights. I don’t count. I have no voice. I dont exist. I am a Christian. Not accepted by other Christians for not know who I am, for being a man trapped in a womans body, for being a Mexican, for being a minority. I am a sister not accepted by my others sisters and family. I am a friend who is just there for you all the time but yuo friend are never there. I am all of these. I am me. I am one. I am a human being. I am and I exist.
Is this real or my imagination is running while?

Alone
I have been lonely for quite awhile. I would like to think that soon I will meet someone that would change my life completely. Am I lying to myself by saying that or thinking that? Does love really exist? Do I even have a chance at finding love, or falling in love, or just feel love by anyone? Real love. What is real love anyway? Someone once told me, look around! Do you see the kid in the wheel chair? He cannot walk but his happy. Do you see the girl in the hospital bed? She’s dying of cancer but even in her situation she’s still smiling. Do you see the boy in the park? His blind but his enjoying life. Do you see that lady in the car? She goes every single day to get dialysis because she needs a kidney transplant. She comes every day for breakfast with a smile in her face. Love is loving yourself first, accepting yourself the way you are. Knowing who you are. Forgetting about you and thinking about others first, then you will find out what real love is. 
I am not a writer but, but I like to write. Until tomorrow…

Alone
I have been lonely for quite awhile. I would like to think that soon I will meet someone that would change my life completely. Am I lying to myself by saying that or thinking that? Does love really exist? Do I even have a chance at finding love, or falling in love, or just feel love by anyone? Real love. What is real love anyway? Someone once told me, look around! Do you see the kid in the wheel chair? He cannot walk but his happy. Do you see the girl in the hospital bed? She’s dying of cancer but even in her situation she’s still smiling. Do you see the boy in the park? His blind but his enjoying life. Do you see that lady in the car? She goes every single day to get dialysis because she needs a kidney transplant. She comes every day for breakfast with a smile in her face. Love is loving yourself first, accepting yourself the way you are. Knowing who you are. Forgetting about you and thinking about others first, then you will find out what real love is.
I am not a writer but, but I like to write. Until tomorrow…

pambivalence:

Just a Kiss - Lady Antebellum (cover by Karmin)

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Really cool!!!

soupsoup:

michaelorell:

THE UCB/YOUNG MANHATTANITE WORLD PREMIERE VIDEO

PERFORMERS: Michael Orell (me) & Liana Maeby 

In light of recent ridiculous and offensive improv performances I felt it necessary to release this video from the YoungManhattanite School Night last month to showcase the power of gender equality, religious tolerance and the deft comedic stylings of Liana Maeby. 

Feel free to spread the word of equanimity!

(Video graciously provided by Paolo/NYCthe)

The whitest game of snaps ever.

ashamedtosay:

Farmer’s Market

ashamedtosay:

Farmer’s Market