How I feel when I haven’t had my coffee yet

whatshouldwecallme:

"Mallory, education is the silver bullet. Education is everything. We don’t need little changes, we need gigantic, monumental changes. Schools should be palaces. The competition for the best teachers should be fierce. They should be making six-figure salaries. Schools should be incredibly expensive for government and absolutely free of charge to its citizens, just like national defense. That’s my position. I just haven’t figured out how to do it yet."

Sam Seaborn, “Six Meetings Before Lunch” - Season 1 of the West Wing

kateoplis:

19 Emotions For Which English Has No Words

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allisonkilkenny:

Chris Person fixed TIME’s new magazine cover. Now it’s accurate. (TIME version #1, Person edit #2)

Update: And here’s another stellar contribution from @direlog

(Source: impulsive-and-inlove, via stellar87)

"Really, we should consider it the most important career that there is in the world. After all, teachers are the people who get spend the majority of the waking hours with the world’s future citizens. If we want to live in a world where people are more peaceful, thoughtful, caring, giving, and compassionate than they are now, we must model that kind of world for children. Otherwise, they’ll have no idea that it could possibly exist."

Sophie Johnson, “What’s really the matter with Teach for America: the great time dilemma.” I read everything this woman writes, immediately. 

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annfriedman:

The Friday Night Pie - The Hairpin

I wish I was this funny

other-home·sick

annfriedman:

adjective \ˈə-thər ˈhōm-ˌsik\

Definition of OTHER-HOMESICK:longing for one home or family while absent from them and with a different home or family

Examples of OTHER-HOMESICK

1. She was other-homesick when she heard “California Sunrise” in a coffee shop in Iowa.
2. Hung over in Los Angeles, she was other-homesick for Happy Joe’s taco pizza.

I just need to save this GIF somewhere

whatshouldwecallme:

"[T]he thing that was so profound to me that summer—and yet also, like most things, so very simple—was how few choices I had and how often I had to do the thing I least wanted to do. How there was no escape or denial, no numbing it down with a martini…I considered my options. There were only two and they were essentially the same. I could go back in the direction I had come from, or I could go forward in the direction I intended to go."

Cheryl Strayed (via relovingit)

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